29 November 2008, 9:40 am
I just posted this but now would like to know what you THINK. Across the salty brine and winds that smell so sweet, Rises a golden sun, upon mountains you shall meet. Between these larger hills, sit valleys long and green. And flowing fast, white froths turning, a lake it does glean. It gleans the sun, as it does its daily quest. Following a single path, west. Now this lake of gold turns back once more, to a river wide, and you cant ignore, a drop, to stone below, it gives a mighty roar. Many paths they do meet, though made not by hands nor feet, come together, they do seek, the end of land, is where they seat. Until their adventures begin once more, a new land they shall explore.... Read More »