I Stand, I Whisper

I stand on a world Composed of sand. And build golden steps Hand in hand. I wonder about blossoms Tucked into windows And jump many chasms Shunned into bellows. I climb the mountains High and tall And sip from the fountains All and all The water is refreshing; Brisk and pure So it’s resetting Bringing love so sure. I gaze over the rooftops Of those many cities Behind those eyes tired The snow ever flurries. I sit atop clouds Pondering when to rain Where the world shrouds Yet feels no pain. And so I go whisper Never so silent “How does the wind blow Ever so violent?”