Apparently I only like to post poetry
Fog drifts over the valley
Untouched by the rising dawn
Soon the mist fades
and birds soar from their nests
Vines grow over the tower
Burying a crumbling monument
Descendents of its builders have long forgotten
Yet still it remains
The blind beggar wanders along
with bird's nests in his ears
His swinging staff tripping the unsuspecting
Chaos in the marketplace!
"Oh Turtle!" sang the madman
"upwards reach the great
But while the Heron offers a chance to soar
happily you wallow in the mud."
Untouched by the rising dawn
Soon the mist fades
and birds soar from their nests
Vines grow over the tower
Burying a crumbling monument
Descendents of its builders have long forgotten
Yet still it remains
The blind beggar wanders along
with bird's nests in his ears
His swinging staff tripping the unsuspecting
Chaos in the marketplace!
"Oh Turtle!" sang the madman
"upwards reach the great
But while the Heron offers a chance to soar
happily you wallow in the mud."