In the Midst of the Terrain-

Up, up, up Is the atmospheric pressures rise Innermost static zero-dynamic Winds do cry As all wing creatures fly Up down in the midst of the terrain Smoke fill island mountains Brown, green, orange ridged volcano Smooth trim valleys bronze and gold Down, down, down As all wing creatures fly Up down in the midst of the terrain Into the ground the sub-terrain Blacken dark caverns and caves Moles and bats conversant Dampen cooled caves bears and other animals hibernate The middle ground is the safest to be found Ivory blue lines the skies As all wing creatures fly Up down in the midst of the terrain 2/7/19 Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.2019©