Into a vibrant green jungle it lands,
Right towards Mother Nature's hand,
Though he lost the ability to move as he please,
He wondered, what a beautiful place this is!
Chirping birds sing across the woods,
The river flows along The Great Tree's roots,
Rustling brushes became the first epoch,
Here he met a new friend, Feral the fox.
Feral, fur like golden sunset,
He who hides not into his own silhouette,
He asked the hourglass for his name,
And invited him into his domain.
Sep 30, 2016
Sep 30, 2016 at 12:08 PM UTC
Into a vibrant green jungle it lands,
Right towards Mother Nature's hand,
Though he lost the ability to move as he please,
He wondered, what a beautiful place this is!
Chirping birds sing across the woods,
The river flows along The Great Tree's roots,
Rustling brushes became the first epoch,
Here he met a new friend, Feral the fox.
Feral, fur like golden sunset,
He who hides not into his own silhouette,
He asked the hourglass for his name,
And invited him into his domain.
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