Snap Dragon Poem by Coolwater Menstruums Shannon Daron Strauss

ITS AN EARTHY BEAUTIQUE; THE BROW OF HER EYE

WHICH SPEAKS TO ME IN THE LANGUAGE OF THE SKIES

THE RARITY; THE CLARITY, HER SOUND MENDS YENS AND CHENS W/ IN FORMING SOIL IN A GUST

COLORED W/ CURIOSITY ENCIRCLED W/ CHARM

THE BODY OF HER PLANT UPLIFTS THE ESSENCE OF A STORM

CONTROLLING YET FEEBLE TO EVERY TOUCH THE SNAP DRAGONS DUST HAS NO SURRENDER

STEMMING LIFE REFLECTING BEAUTIFUL RAYS OF IMPOTENTIAL GROWTH,
THE LEAFS SPEAKS AND THE WORDS ARE SWEET AND VERY TENDER

CHANTING FOLKLORES OF HILLS AND VALLEYS SPRINGS AND BROOKS

THE REPLICATING SHYNESS OF THE SNAP DRAGONS VITALITY IS NEARLY OVERLOOKED

HIGHS AND LOWS IS THE HOME OF THIS CARING FLOWER; TRACING EVERY TEMPTATION PASSED

THE SEED OF THE SNAPDRAGON ALONE IS A BLESSING TO HAVE

FEEDING OFF THE SUN AND RAIN IDENTIFYING IT'S CULTIVATION THE EARTHS SOUL HAS ROOTED THIS WIND BLOWN EMOTICON

LEAVING TRAILS OF MEDITATION AND CALMLY VISITS AS THE DAY GOES BYE AND THE FOG SETTLES

THE STARS ABSTRACT FROM WATERDROPS DRIPPING FROM ITS PEDALS

THE IMPASSIVE NIGHT STRIKES ITS POSE

REJUVENATING THE PATH OF THE LUSH SNAP DRAGON ROSE

I FIND SOMETHING IN YOUR EYES; TRANQUILTIY