Snow Kept Skies

with crooked feet the tide rolls under rivers flood while mountians thunder white skies carry rolling tides as we all ride in a canoe small running brook finding creatures at the crook as they lay waiting for supreme silience that motions for their move as the water moves it falls the scape carries sunlight under to get there it plays with the moon it lifts it falls very elegantly of it all the water falling penitrates not the canoe light rays follow cracks and creaves' as we ride the ancient pegasus if your Latin this is nothing new as they keep the date with heavens wonders many men will see white thunder watch what you over lap because to us this is blue carnavours once thrived but with the herbavours they died because the sun carried us on the move oil rumbles as waves continue to tumble from place to place as the oil moves purple skies only burn blue for you here we go it's collecting snow to slowly melt twords their move, sunlight through, reflect the moon hiding there in royal pairs deciding how much galcier to move