The Nation of the Glorious Turnip

Lifelike, bristling with joy.
A surreal jaunt of subtle drops,
fades in a mist of tiny particles,
resting on the edge like broken pebbles.

While water stands as an emerged tower,
resembling a fresco of man covered in expanding ripples,
the waves of turmoil flow down its column
in layers of water, cooling down a bright sunny day.
And so the burning cold saturates adequately
the feeling of promised joy.

With emerging bliss the fountain reveals
A beauty beyond time, slowing down
water drops stuck mid air:
a moment of perfect ecstasy.