I have been with Whyville nearly a year, but now I just don't have the time for it, so I'm afraid I'm going to have to leave you all, at least for the time being. I'll continue to write as much as possible, as the Times was always the best part of Whyville, in my opinion. Here's a goodbye poem to those of you with enough time to stay on....


Upon the sweet dawn do we raise
dreaming dreams and singing songs
wanting other's wild praise
trying to right our wrongs.

The drum beats ever on
life's heartbeat never slowing
it beats from the dawn
ending never thinking about going

Time is short, it's true
the continuality of it still stays
so when you are down and blue
think of the bright sun's rays

Love and time
time and love
like rhyme
do float above... above

Sing sweetly now, young wren,
enjoy your time aloft
for we will meet again
on clouds ever so soft

Farewell, you cry,
no never do
for it shall be but a lie
unto me and you

much love to you all,
Molabie