The Spoonbill Generator

Flowing The Fable

Once upon a time in a faraway land [F]

Where the sky had many moons, and the oceans were pink [N]

I drifted down a purple stream lined with silver stones [F]

And breathing in the spicy air, it seemed that life was good [N]

A peace that was transcendent, kaleidoscopic views [F]

Of milling crowds of strangers, smiling as I pass [N]

And I am one with them and they are one with me [F]

And so the universe sighs [N]

Contributors: F, N.
Poem finished: 30th September 2003.