Perfection
The mass of yellow and orange
Snuggled amongst the billowed
Clouds, as they clustered
Around the warmth of its rays.
Soft colors from the oceans
Filled the sky, comforting,
Peace among those under
Its wandering eyes.
Dark staves punctured the heavens,
Sprouting all shades of green
As the sky cushioned its blows
And made them figures of beauty.
Every flat fig curved
Each with their own identity
Every line, every stem, every tip,
Each one full of life.
The staffs forlorn with darkness
And simple in design as they stood
Straight and tall
Showing lines of age and prosperity.
Around the towers, specks of life
Roared from the shadows of light,
Wedge-shaped soft tuff, it was
With the scent of tranquility.
Deep trail of crystals washed
Against the tall beasts,
Pressing forward to an
Unknown destination.
Perfect in design,
Moving in one direction,
Never stopping,
Pure to the touch.
Mounds of puff green
Filled the land
Holding luscious treasures
To the taste.
The sweetness of the pit-shaped reds,
The sour smiles of yellow fists,
The smooth joy of the circular orange,
Plentiful and luxurious.
Sounds of winged creatures,
Rushing of the crystal nectar,
The sights, smells, tastes,
All of the senses, indulge in this beauty.
If this is perfection,
Anything else would be hell.