White dots stood out on dark blue silk, wrapped the delight whimsical,
cute, adorable, much better than kilt,
the slightest gentle touch they tickle.


Vines, jet black sturdy healthy,
dancing carelessly when the wind blows steady,
Elegance comme il faut at the top of the world,
A tempest romance as the ravens twirl.


Black holes enthralls as emerald grey fields,
Demands submission of those dare gaze,
The best is seen in those who yield,
A beauty silent attention appreciates.


Along the journey lay a spiritual hill,
Breath of life swirl through it with zeal,
High and pointy, Uluru bound insecure,
But tis a spiritual hill that emanates allure.


The crater below, softly, ever dormant,
Its gentle kiss enchants the lust of many,
Encouragement eruptions a common occurance,
A well of life the volcano's true identity.


Etched on pearl white clay, treble and bass,
the sound of music sings the tune of grace.
Confident and strong the flow of feminity,
Do not mistake its strength for masculinity.