She has no mirror
but where flirt the leaves with the pond
she comes in the cool of noon
mixing the dark of her hair
with the summer shade
dipping into glass green water
her toes and far above
and all the pond sees
encrypts within the bubbles of rainbow
that only her clothes
swelled in awe
can read.

I will fight to become all that I can be
More than just a shell and an illusion
A soul meant to wonder to perfection and to fly free.

Blueberry sunsets
Orange Citrus sunrises
in this land of miracles and moment's suprizes.
A rollercoaster of weather
Temeperatures vary like Baskin Robbins' 32 Flavors
Winds hit me like whips
Sometimes Like gentle Kisses
Any person who fails to visit here
Doesn't know what they have missed.
The good, the bad, and sometimes the ugly
We also have the great,the greatest, and the greater still...
Our land has a multitood of lands with it's unique magic
More than just the News reported gloom and doom
We have destinations to visit that scream "Nastalgic."