Genuine. Day will come. When the wind. Decides to run. And shakes the stairs. That stab the wall. And turns the page. In a future age. Some trees will bend. And some will fall. But then again. So will us all. Lets turn our prayers. Into outrageous dares. And mark our page. In a future age. High above. The sea of cars. And barking dogs. In fenced-in yards.