Where the sun beats hazing yellow
Pink salamanders in the sand
Tiny Purple Gudgeons, run laughing through your fingers
And you'll swear you saw a portrait washed up upon the land
Inside the frame, a toucan came to sing a tiny tune
Of honey bees, banana trees, and bubblegum lagoons
The air hangs thick, with cathedral sticks, curtaining the view
Projected on foliage sarong, the crickets met their cue
Shimmering, through the screen, a landscape shaded green
Sky above, fluttered with doves, hung a ruby mangosteen
Which lit the luscious carpet, shining dew drops crystalline
Containing all realities, at least all those forseen