I watch as little children in bright swimsuits settle in a circle, diligently digging a moat in the sand.
The black raven flies, drifting in the gentle wind in the sky.
I admire the slithering skinny worms crawling through the dirt.
I push aside towering leafy plants, finding my way in the labyrinth of the jungle.
Wildflowers blowing in the wind of the fluttering grass.
Hoping not to break their mothers’ backs, children leaping over the cracks in the concrete.
Construction workers drill in the squares of concrete.
My voice drowned in the crash of the foaming waves against the sand.
Livestock grazing and live off the fruits of the grass.
Giant white elephants and fluffy bunnies shape in the sky.
Shadows drift down from the heights of trees in the jungle.
The rainwater pounds on the ground, making mud pies from dirt.
Busy construction sites work, forming mountains of dirt.
Soaring skyscrapers bud from the sidewalks of broken concrete.
Patches of sticky moss take over the floor of the jungle.
I draw, tiny fingers tracing letters and drawing smiling faces in the sand.
My eyes are blinded by white light, a glowing ball of flame, rising in the sky.
Clean bright white picket fences sitting softly in the grass.
New red and green and yellow lawnmowers munch on blades of grass.
Huts sitting on a hill, hiding in thatched roofs with floors of dirt.
My shadow lurches in the darkness of the night sky.
Blots of blue and pink form lines and shapes from chalk on concrete.
Pale feet stumble and sink, lost in the depths of wet sand.
Hanging upside down, monkeys taunt my journey in the jungle.
Skins of slithering scaly bodies of lizards and snakes slide through the jungle.
The house is overcome with the smell of freshly cut grass.
I gargle as the salty taste of sea water fills the mouth, surrounded by sand.
Hiding black spots of arms and legs, beetles tunneling through the dirt.
Strings of clothing hang from looming apartments above the concrete.
The squawk of seagulls fills the sky.
The cold metal of roaring shining silver slip through the sky.
Color streak by, flashes of blues and reds from the feathers of talking birds in the jungle.
Rushing highways, painted with yellow and white, roar over concrete.
Tiny white round seeds, hiding in the patches of brown in the grass.
Giant brown drafts horses taking baths, rolling in the dirt.
I pick up colorful shells, of purple and pink and gray, hiding in the sand.
The coldness of concrete is warmed by the sun in the sky.
Small particles of sand hide in the dark depths of the jungle.
Blades of grass disappear in the mounds of dirt.
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