Majestic Quest
Colorful glowing rainbows sprinkling mist.
Sparkling gleaming rivers that flow is bliss.
Who created this no one really knows.
Miles of green grass that grows.
Front and back yards to mow.
Fierce strong hurricanes that blow.
Pure white cold falling snow.
A set of ten fingers and toes.
Gifts wrapped with bows.
A bright yellow sun that glows.
I walked to a hidden cove.
Along the cliffs.
Where seaweed drifts.
I played down on green cloves.
From the rocks a seagull dove.
Gliding along the waters surface.
The lizard snaps and does hiss.
Like a miniature crocodile.
Stalking without a smile.
A picnic in the shade.
A hunger & thirst that fades.
Loud noise I truly loathe.
At the beach I am fully clothed.
My mind in a daze.
Because if your confusing ways.
A temporary phase.
Your intentions a haze.
I follow you through this maze.
Long hot nights and summer days.
Crowds of people what a craze.
More isolated in the evening the fog
Rolls in from the sea.
Casting away my thoughts in the waves.
Messages from the universe.
Warnings of a pending curse.
Truth is dispersed.
I was here first.
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