You might do this when you get here, if you didn’t walk or skate An open place of memories dear, where children congregate

Although considered foreigners, We are your neighbors, just on a cosmic scale.

When fair and foul dost dance upon the shore, Thee find'st a force that ever waxes more. Dost mark the moon, her beckoning embrace? An unseen pull on waters' restless face.

In this place no one can hear you scream and also devoid of anything we enjoy here on Earth

My plants, they are mostly shrubs, Woodless, no roots can grow deep. A certain line I exist above, With soil trapped in frigid sleep. My children three they are, and two are opposites too. The third sounds like where we got the words 'yodelayheehoo!'