Terrain Valley Quams-
Missed floracious valley quams;
Thunder rolls across the plains;
Rolling hills valleys arms;
Distant grasses shrubs grow wild and high plains;
Praising reaching the heavens skies;
Glorious bounties floral gardens dry;
Browning from the Sun blazing boiling dawns;
Midsummer air frightening ablazing battle bear all now rain falls;
Those the woodlands grassland fires rage ;
Where are the common calming cool waters sage;
This that thirst to make mud;
Where are the coming cool waters;
That lust for the puddles;
They make dirt and water;
Mixed together makes mud distilled liquids;
Seeping out a human body flowing out wicked
Plasma clear mix it with the atmosphere turns red they call it blood;
Where does the dirt the sand the clay, the grasses, the mud go when there's a flood;
Only the terrain knows for sure;
Valleys harvest shores?
8/19/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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