VastA Poem by RoseChanges were made, Please re-read the changes (IMPROVED!)Vast, The perfect word; It can be a mountain range, With rugged rocks and snowy peaks, Strong winds that scream and echo through and through, A snow leopard hunts a young deer, The deer scampers across an uneven cliff face, The leopard crouches down, His pupils enlarged in the heat of the chase, On the snow the deer lies silently, A kick sends the leopard charging across rocks, It hits the deer like a train, The violent dance begins, Pure passion and strength overflows from their tango, With some twists and twirls, And flashes of colours, The dance ends, The leopard has won. Vast, The perfect word; It can be a beautiful valley, Spilling with life and serenity, Young grass with little shoots push their gentle way through the softest of soil, Pastel flowers with delicate petals shine in the warm sunlight, Sure-footed goats sway across the brightest of pastures with their innocent young. In the distance, You can hear the flowing song of the birds, Lightening the darkest of times. Vast, The perfect word; It can be the Antarctic, A cold and barren landscape, Most life perishes in the harsh conditions, A lost seal cub wails through the night while crawling in the unforgiving lands, The violent wind whips around his face; Even though the air is cold, It burns his flesh; His mind slows, He can barely breathe, The voice of death whisper in his ears, Give up now, the end is near. But still the creature trundles on, A lost case, A lost cause. Vast, The perfect word; It can be the Sahara Desert, A parched land with golden waves, The burning heat will melt us all, Grains of sand hit our face, It slices through and embeds. A camel with a poor man will carry on, Through the land, Although their thirst will drive them mad, They still continue through the burning sensations. Where the golden sky meets the golden sands, That is where their journey will end. Vast, The perfect word; It can be a child's imagination, A place that know's no boundary, A world full of truth, Where the lies are not fully lies, And the bad guys, Turn out good. A world of rainbows and lollipops, A pink cloud of candy floss cushions our feet, The sky rains gum drops, A river of chocolate carves the valley of popcorn. Or a world of death and hate, Where the man under the bed is real, There really is a monster in your closet, And in the shadows there lies a dark truth. The child's mind bursts with ideas, The foundation of everything. Vast, The perfect word; It can be an empty museum, Where the dinosaurs roam motionlessly, Where the past whispers hidden truths, And ancient statues sigh with grief, For all they ever have known has crumbled before them. The hollow halls with stuffed creatures, The button eyes and loving preachers. The biggest feats stand tall, The grandest fears claim all. This is the place where fame meets fate, In a desperate trial to make or break. Vast, The perfect word; A word of love, A word of hate; An empty world, A teeming brim; The place where I can truly hide, Or where I am Jekyll and Hyde. Death is vast, Vast is death; A word I think I know so well, And yet I cannot explain, The feeling that it gives me when it comes into my brain. Vast, The perfect word. © 2010 RoseAuthor's Note
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