cacian
04-14-2013, 06:30 AM
when the wind
blows
the birds flow
towards the m'llow
the month of grow
to make a bow
and become a woe
to nature and co
when the
sea rises
the mountain phases
the cretes open up
to welcome air
and breeze to their
highest peaks
the mariner is
pleased
when the skies
bright in their
bestest lights
colours of whites
and blues
entertwine flux to
prune the
terraces of moons
clouds are amused
and when the earth
shines her
memorable time
upon the dwellers
of the mild
wild is find
to glow in
territory of pride
humanity is
truly triumphed
blows
the birds flow
towards the m'llow
the month of grow
to make a bow
and become a woe
to nature and co
when the
sea rises
the mountain phases
the cretes open up
to welcome air
and breeze to their
highest peaks
the mariner is
pleased
when the skies
bright in their
bestest lights
colours of whites
and blues
entertwine flux to
prune the
terraces of moons
clouds are amused
and when the earth
shines her
memorable time
upon the dwellers
of the mild
wild is find
to glow in
territory of pride
humanity is
truly triumphed