Echoes of yesteryear pass down in… from tree to tree as the seasons p… They are the melodies of the whisp… that sing through the branches as… An Autumn song to the falling lea…
Between heaven and earth, standing out in front and floatin… directing the assembly of the clou… giants in charge of the traffickin… the blowing of the idle air
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As beauty wraps her wings around u… in her dominating innocence, her ripening, her charm, and shape… her perfumed gardens and tender fr… placing them in front of our eyes,
Little Piccolo Subtle little body that you are Cutting through wild tempests afar With no room to store your might But yet up for a hell-raising figh…
Ancient Engines Mysterious columns lie at the bott… Monsters of the sea flap their sun… Powerful engines start up at the d… With the strength to move heavy vo…
M-m-m-m-m air of sweet, sweet heav… As Auntie Sweetooth ‘til half pas… Swings with the squirrels and drun… Breaking up the day into halves an… Home of the chocolate paradise of…
Aerial fires lighting up the sky Torches burning upward high Rising up through the earthly gate… Into the sky as the meadow waits Fanfare for the yawning of the mor…
Ameba Pride Lift your heads high amebas If you have heads to lift If you don’t have heads Then what do you have?
Harps of soft velvet and cushioned… of scarlet sunrises and ambrosial… a soft stroking with fingers dippe… the proper ingredients in a euphon… of beauty and its embodiment in po…
The world spins at a furious pace. Springtime is a race around the gl… Green keeps its vibrant shade of g… Autumn leaves are suspended in the… Saplings rise like the blood of th…
As beauty steps down from heaven’s… Afixed in the eyes and loin for th… And fantasy is in the pleasure of… The thrill of the moment to be and… The flight of the passion that mou…
Shades of green run along the verd… touching the sky from an earthly s… Fields of corn and fields of barle… wake up and sing with morning’s re… They flaunt their vibrant green at…
The she of sorcery with glossy thighs and silken tresses, who walks but floats with her tender feet suspended, waving her rose scented wand
“Technology, you little baby, you, the inferior one who looks up to me, your superior, the one who knows your secrets, who can out smart everything you d…