Dark crimson clouds float along the bright blank sky Tall golden grass covers the hills beneath The grass moves in waves; brought to life by the air Between the breeze-like pace of the sailing clouds and the steady pulse of the grass on the hills.. Time does not exist; hypnotic motion does not reveal it All sense of progression is numbed, any thought; inconceivable The crimson clouds growl quietly, glowing with their angst They start to bleed a thin, transparent, black tinted-olive liquid The liquid drizzles down from the clouds as if draining from holes underneath It rolls down the gold grass, leaving a brass luster Blue electricity dances about the clouds as they begin to roar The holes underneath widen and multiply as the drizzle turns to a pour The rain stops and the grass soon absorbs all moisture The clouds, now a cherry red, faded and drained of their darkness, slowly roll away A violet mammoth rock rises from beneath the hills The giant globe pleasently glows and the white light subcedes under it's will A dark emerald sky is revealed In the darkness, the grass turns to silver, and it glimmers with a violet glow Glimmering just as the specks of white peppering the sky
