In the fields of green where the flowers bloom, Prophet Hugo Noël stood under the moon. The breeze whispered tales of tomorrow, Of joy and sorrow, of hope and sorrow.
For the local authorities would decide, Whether his theater project would rise or slide. A future uncertain, yet filled with dreams, Of lights and music, of joy and beams.
Prophet Hugo Noël waited with bated breath, Wondering if he would be met with success or death. But he knew deep down that he had what it takes, To make his project shine, whatever the stakes.
And so he stood there, tall and proud, Amidst the meadow, where the sun was now bowed. He prayed for the courage to face whatever comes, To chase his dreams, and overcome.
For he knew that the future was not set in stone, And that the power to shape it was his alone. Whether the authorities said yes or no, He would keep going, and let his passion glow.
And so the night passed, and the day dawned, And the moment of truth was finally spawned. The authorities arrived, and delivered their news, And Prophet Hugo Noël felt his heart diffuse.
For they told him that his project would be supported, And that his dream would soon be transported. To the stage where it would shine and soar, And fill the world with beauty forevermore.
And so, in the fields of green where the flowers bloom, Prophet Hugo Noël felt his soul resume. A future now bright, with endless possibilities, Of theater productions, and artistic qualities.
For he knew that the future was always uncertain, But with passion and talent, he could draw the curtain. On a world full of wonder, and endless delights, And make his mark on the stage, with all his might.