Tropical Spring

My spirit is smiling but my body is reeling, the pain is riding in my chest and I am almost out of breath. The days have come and gone but my spirit is standing tall, the ocean is moving around and the squirrels are running in and out of the ground. The fishermen are diving and sharks are dining and the crucible is glowing in the dark. See the horsemen coming with bags laden on their backs; they are moving in the direction of the wind and climbing slowing up the hill. I stood on top of the hill watching them toggling along, suddenly a rush of wind came in and knock them off their tired horse and exposed their hidden manly socks. The vultures suddenly flew in from the east and encircle the dying beast they took the laden bags and flew towards the west with the most prized possessions and destiny wrapped up in their hands. I breathe sigh of relief and watch the people celebrating in the streets, the job was finally done and at last I had abundance to eat.