Walking the Shoreline

On a new planet walking the shoreline
Colors are different, not out of place
The sky is a little green just a trace
The air fresh and clear, the light rain divine

Moons measured and counted, total of nine
Each with its round craters, each with a face
Forest and flowers flowing like red wine
Colors are different not out of place

Feel the sand on the beach, warmth of sunshine
An island that holds its beauty and grace
Monuments scattered left from unknown race
With a breeze, blowing gently all was fine
On a new planet walking the shoreline

Denny E. Marshall has had art, poetry, and fiction published, some of it recently. See more at www.dennymarshall.com.

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