Creativity Land

Is like an ocean full of acre plots.
Perhaps I could create a flat terrain,
Change the life of residential lots,
Spend a million on the grassy plain.

Dream about an early northern portion,
A hundred thousand people selling lots.
Where the music owes its origin,
A journey from the land of garden plots.

Surrounded by another generation!
Depending on the way I could achieve,
Create a space between appreciation,
Change the ways of making you conceive.

A thoughts of people never set aside,
Where a part of life becomes a portion,
Even though the world is closely tied,
When the distance owes its origin.

Where an eagle owes its origin.
The world consists of residential lots,
On a journey through a southern portion,
Across the land of gold and garden plots.