Beasts

I was bored last year on my trip home from Canada.

Veils of white mist flowing behind ugly beasts.

When the beasts glow red, everything slows.

But they will always glow white in dark adn with many tears from the Floadting Mist.

I can feel how scared their round black feet ar, that they'll loose their grip;

But they move on, move faster yet.

Splash, splash, they go over a filled hole.

Everything is darker, wetter and gloomy.

Tap, tap, are the tears from the Floating Mist but with many, while not ceasing.

A floating path is a second of quiet but near the edge it's louder for short.

I see life and praise as The Green fills its basin.

A raging beast is faster than any other creature, somehow the round feet move,

But do not look like they are.

Most beasts have two long eyelashes, but some have one in the back of them.

Few beasts are beautiful, but only in a colorful way.

Most of their colors are not natural, but some could match the Painting Star;

Who loves blue and red, is yellow and feeds The Green.

Slowly easing, the Floating Mist regains joy.

The beasts are unveiled, The Green is full.

The Floating Mist is not ready  to unveil the Painting Star;

Everything is dark, wet and gloomy yet.

The beasts aren't as scared, they are much cleaner, but still raging and ugly.

 

Author's Note

yeah, it's probably bad, but I was really bored, so I had time to analyze. See if you can figure out what everything is that I renamed.