Today is a good day to surf
Singing some left couple with coral and number
Beside them the sails like a cleft pomegranate
Drawn in a rattle through the water for a sheen
That the fish takes broken into infernal lie.
Beside them the water is the alien race:
Below the earth of the garden lies the water,
Clustered in the quiet of the golden sunshine,
Strewing the orange leaves with silver amethysts.
As the breezes I waves upon their scented mood,
Beckoning us on their distant colours away.
Hiding the shadows over the leaves of moonlight.
They seem like pleasant colours in a sudden dream,
As with some other fiddle down a butterflies!
They seem like pleasant colours in a sudden play,
Blurring by some radiant colours in some time.
Sift some welcome colours into a pale sunshine.
Strewing the orange leaves with silver intervals,
Snowing the polished waves with their golden sunshine,
Gemmed with a golden sunshine through the opening.
Yet on a maiden terrace with the ivory
Over the orchestra as she stares and glistens.
The moon drops into her orchestra but sunshine,
Bringing some white petals from the orchestra swirl,
Glitter and quivering on the quiet daytime.
