The Musings Of A Fuzzy Brain!!

With all the heavens here aligned,

The soft of the palms pioneering blind;

There comes a place with the rivers and hale,

Where the smiles are flood and words do sail.

When greens of fields commence upon,

The twisted lines of cherries across;

The sweet blossoms of a maiden's lips,

With the chimes in hands which otherwise trips.

The caressing touch of a breezy wind,

The echos of a silent grin;

Where the petals fell with a graceful err,

The gusty waves drop with flairs.

With all the heavens here aligned,

The soft of the palms pioneering blind;

There is a place with rivers and hale,

Where laughter floats and words do sail.