Seasons of changing

Rearranging the air

She wants to know where

Space comes from,

One man is sent to

Change destiny

And rearrange

The sky,

A final quest

To keep human order

A revolution of pigs

Pushing the border,

A two man team

Drops air from a plate

The third sets it up

To be a world disaster,

No longer is there

Any hope

For a communist system

Freedom lingers,

We all want to know

Where space comes from.