Matterorial Majesticinity
Mosquito choirs harmonise,
With a noisy group of fireflies.
Oil lamps flicker upon the wooden walls,
In little jungle huts of the rainbow halls.
This is an old land that has no regret,
Music is provided by a cricket quartet.
A sunrise symphony is heard from afar,
As the sunken moon plays with a star.
Pineapples drop from the tired trees,
Their juice is drunk by the thirsty seas.
The vibrant vortex of sun brushed light,
Has not yet risen beyond the night.
Colours dance on the canopy of tropic,
Performing a show, it's kaleidoscopic.
Nourishing the night like a funfair,
An astronomers circus is in the air.
A tetragonal treasure shimmers in the sand,
The most precious jewel in all the land.
Voodoo spells are cast as the sun rises,
The darkness now materialises.
The singing oracle arrives to fight,
Banishing the dark to make things right.
Her voice dissipates the hungry dark,
In a rectangle garden in a circular park.
Time moves slowly, nothing is rotten,
Not much has aged or been forgotten.
This land was once a decaying dimension,
But it rejuvenated since its ascension.
Feast your eyes upon this story,
Transmit your ears to hear the glory.
Open the door of imagination,
Feed your mind from near starvation.
by Danny Gurnett
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