Upon arrival in the new world of my existence, I barely survived on the gulf’s water,
as the warm setting sun was no stranger to my discomfort.
A thunderous rain pounded around in a downpour, then, mushroom clouds and blue marble sky with red fire lit the morning with a brilliant hue.
Sheets of ice blue and red sky expanded the horizon, as the scorching radiance burned below the surface of the green trees and yellow fields.
When at once, the never-ending brilliance of fire in the sky canopied the simpleton’s, unaware of the glory of creation’s splendor: notwithstanding, the mountains effect of mushroom clouds enveloped in the ice blue and red beauty of distant morning.
by eleless 8-11-1999