He was riding through the park in August,

His face was of the latest magazine...

Eyes ready to take off to Saturn,

Dreaming of the world to come together...

So he carried a camera,

A took a picture of everything.

The ground,

The trees,

The people,

The monuments,

The sky,

The planes,

The universe,

The sun.

When he laid his pictures on the table,

He cried a thousand breathes.

"Why are you crying, sweetie?"

"Because I've finally brought the world together." He said.

He simply defined history,

(Into his story)