Life On Rocked III

Door throwing a fax as the spinner records to the Tonal value to work the sheets of Orion,

a spreading grace to the face of Mystery is this back to the Future of History,

owe for the life on the roast that dug to sing the spite,

once upon a gory tongue the butters Rum detailed a sling bathe in the setting dones,

to wise the bearing graved the tour of industry,

a choice to be of the stars in the flight of from to send Oh for the beautiful Keep.

Ancient oar the climb to bundle adore,

a definite charge to Sing with the World of Shores,

bleach on the starch a brittle romance,

breaking the Waves for the Ocean is a leading Friend!!

Scores of laughter tall with Tidal strength The Wonder of Earth on her Reach,

a road bled to speak of the trials that converged to brinks of the sled,

hark to the Founders that must have had a Vernacular spur,

to rise the sound as a long arm,

hugging the teach to profess the learn!!

Tunnels in with a blankets Warmth to belt the Zion of a Platters rate,

on dinner Out the Realm of Angels truly sing to the Wings of lived,

by path to rock A Pedestrian on the Tugs all I can Muster is a Thankful blessed for the Hugged!!

Yes the traveling is tough to the smoke on the Flume,

but I admit that the journey has been the Worth of a Thousand lives of graced,

a truth to Honor the banks of Creation to acknowledge Evolution on the biggest of detailed,

form to shape the shadows with a say A Brilliance with he carriage of Voice in a day,

that Now on the Happen to branch the borrow as a Trees loan,

those Rings in the Fire of Molten lever!!

Shout from the grout Park a fountains lay ask snot if the Tears are worth the Cheeks they lie upon,

in the roles for the foot to that beat on the risk I brim you a Hats Off to the Take,

bursting the type with Write I cannot deprive my expression the Celebration of life!!

Angles on people have corn to the patties,

the dough on the farmers trial of seed still shows the field a waist,

sprinkle the water on the toil for even the Weeds will fire a spake,

sewn in with the desire to spread with little the life cannot be denied for root,

in the Mile there is a Stile in the Pasture there is a ladle The Showing of a Measure on the Acres oiled,

drought in the Mind cans only the string but be truth born and that stream connects the tissue of a soared.