Islands in the sky
float by
like feathers.

They hold a land
with hidden treasures.

There are billowing seas
of magenta and white.
And mountains clothed in gold.

Their wondrous creations
are ever changing,
pulled by the wind
and formed by no one known.

I often wonder
if there are creatures
in this elevated forest,
flitting about.

Wings carry them,
island to island.
Never staying in one place.
The sun,
lighting the way around.

I only ever
get a glimpse of this
strange paradise.
So high in the heavens,
It is only there for a few seconds
and then we are on our way down.


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