Cyclones of Purple Twist

Through my land and send

Crystal blue sparkles of love

Down on the horizon.

Pink grass glistens with the

Dew of passion and caresses

Those who touch it.

The pretty dandelions sway in

The singing stream f warm

And crisp air, breathable and

Filled with the scent of togetherness.

The black rocks fall down on the

Mounds of conformity, the bubbles

Of hate, and the pillars of sin.

The tears of negativity dry up

And now there's only tears of joy.