I go walking when I slumber
Through forests that glimmer
Over hills of umber
Past rivers that shimmer
Mountains rip skies asunder
And heated deserts that simmer
Through purple woods
Spotted deer dash
With their thunderous hooves
Gone in a flash
Fish fins brush clouds
As they fly through the air
Mysterious eyes leer through shrouds
Approach them if you dare
Swift and carnivorous
Fanged butterflies flit
Wing beats vociferous
Careful, don’t get bit
Pale frogs croon a melody
Safe among the fronds
A crow watches jealously
And angrily responds
Across shifting sands
Scorpions skitter
Claw expands
It’s carapace glitter
There I’ll be
You see?
In this land I only glean
When I dream
About the Creator
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