Surfer riding low, seeks up high, spiraling up, to meet the sky,
Blue fades to black, streaks shoot past, flying through space, into the vast,

Desert so dry, sand sifts through, brown-skinned fingers, to barren tan hue,
Alligators scurry, into water, the bayou quietens, the day grows hotter,

Clumps of snowflakes, stick to grass, the buffalo herd, and let it pass,
The count two balls, two strikes now, the batter connects, with resounding pow,

Angels on harps, sing about Love, to searcher’s ears, on wings of dove,
A man leaps off, towering facade, parachute opening, from backpack mod,

Landing in a tarpit, the dinosaur wails, teradactyl overhead, chittering as it sails,
Into the cavern, pirates hide their gold, threatening dead men, can’t be bold,

I’ve told a lot, this is true, but haven’t mentioned, Trolls or Dungaroo,
Witches, Astronauts, Ghosts or Drugs; Painting, Movies or Flying Rugs,

Should mention Dreams, but leave til later; Already mentioned, an alligator,
If you wanted, to spend time with me, come sit under, the Magic Tree.