my what in my water ?

10 minutes into…

Isn’t it a worthy show where the misty rain projects and finds shelter in my sunglasses ?

Oh I can see through the red lively soil on the shores; Are they bowed by the dead, dried trees on my lake ?

I shuffled my playlist, to suit the mood. The boat took a slight turn towards the bank.

Pulchritudinous are the redwoods; blues & yellows grew out of the aged bark. Am I getting a taste of the purity running in them ? Swaying are those leaves under the crimson watch. Aren’t they blood brothers ?

20 minutes into…

Why does the wind drift my vision ? Was it for me to enjoy the wild stories of my jungle in panoramic tranquility ? Am I not hearing those birds pledge alongside me ?

My inquisitive pair of eyes combed the obvious, so to seek the residents’ whereabouts. Are you threatening me, Your Highness ? Why in this heaven are you staring at me ? The supreme beam has sent me to foot-gaze.

The kids at the starboard were awestruck in agape and I was too. The boat kept sailing.

How far do the bluebirds go correcting touchdown ? I enjoyed the swirls the boat left. Giant was the boulder and fraction of it, blue.

30 minutes into…

Far from the coast and long from the dwarfs; What was in my air that braced me to smile ? Call it a tinge of life springing out of the perennial poison ?

Glares in my camera of the misty mountains; Are we still in our time ? Oh, the triangles made the art. Aren’t we stuck to rejoice in the vantage point ? Splendid is the summit.

The tour guide pointed in amazement towards the red mongoose. The boat stood afloat.

What was that pouring down through the brilliance ? My vision couldn't wander but witness the evening silk quenching the slender conifers. May I, please ? What’s so gleaming if not a coffee ?

40 minutes into…

Amidst the final spin, I watched them sobbing. I knew it first, but they sensed it prior. Aren’t us the empty ends of a lonely vessel ?

What swayed at the end; the end of a relaxing blanket ? Am I being examined by thicket doctors ? Did that circle of friends find the circle in my heart ? Oh No. How did you even recognize the tempest in me ?

Approaching the crown, everyone cheered and smiled. The boat is happy to be home.

What could I leave behind in this serene territory of divinity ? What more shall I seize from this place that keeps on happening ? Did the movement in us come to a halt ? Ravishing is the nature and so are her exhibits.