Ballad of Marsh

The marsh is covered by sea of grass Wind blows on this grass Forming ripples like ocean waves in their mass All kinds of flowers red yellow blue orange violet each with beauty other tries to surpass The fire by thunder on the prairie is lit Even if burning grass emits smell that is sweet The awe inspiring horror of fiery wall on the very soul has a grip that hell will befit Red curtain of flame turns night to day in second’s split Yet after the fire new life will form That will survive yet another storm That is its norm Life to fire will adapt and transform Further beyond the prairie huge oaks grow from where they were seeded And hemp with field flowers their humming song have started Like thunder transverses the sky separate nonlinearity perfection has stated With its surreal scope whistling with the wind of wisdom it sings its enchanting ballad