The Land

Kings and Queens,
they waltz on by,
up in the land
where the elephants fly.
Where purple flowers,
Red
And
Blue,
hide in the grasses
small and true.
Where donkeys ride
over castles and crèmes,
and children hold hands
dreaming wonderful dreams.
Where mint grows in vines
draped over the trees,
and seahorses swim under
perilous seas.
Where people sit back in
their old easy chairs,
and sink themselves into
irregular stares.
They sit there and watch
through the haze and the blue,
to see what the Earth,
when angry,
will do.