How to find a lost explorer
Follow the butterfly and hide where it rests,
Tiptoe to the universe’s edge and scatter stars,
Follow the milky way ocean.
Sing to the rhythm of the sound of the galaxy,
Build a castle of forgotten satellite’s ,
Sweep the dust of mars.
Catch the comet train,
Ride past a black hole get sucked in ,
Retrieving an alien read the number on his collar.
It will unlock the chamber of stars ,
If you get the right one ,
An explorer will stroll up.
In the abandoned church,
Listen for the monstrous screams
echoing off the walls.
In the haunted mansion,
watch the old pictures
Slowly turn into demons.
In the lone forest,
Smell the evil
That lies beneath your spirit.
In the possessed doll,
lays a secret
Never to be told.
In the graveyard,
Witness the dead
Pull them self out from there grave.
On the Island of Frost Nose,
I observed rough Red wood trees,
Guarding the island like giants.
Rocks of all shapes and sizes,
Green jades hidden away in the Quar Mountains.
On the Island of Berry Red,
I found a place called Berry village
Set in a Crimson forest.
As I walked through the village I see
Rubies being traded and taken.
On the Island of Ivy’s shadows,
I saw thorns and reckless- poisoners growing everywhere,
A statue , covered in moss and plants.
And a hut rotting away from centuries ago.
On the Island of sage green.
I Heard the slight gust of wind
Blowing through a field of olive trees.
The grass like soft pom poms.
On the Island of Acer Rubrum,
I noticed a pile of leaves sitting perfectly still,
A stand with maple syrup being sold but with no seller.
On the Island of WWII
I saw a bomb- dropper trying to destroy,
Stun grenades flying, watching their enemies.
On the Island of peace
The stunning sky-glider smoothly
Drifting through palm trees.
On the Island of worry
I observed anxious-stalker
Spying silently on his assassin
On the Island of Joy
I saw sky-chippers flying
In the morning breeze and nectar-collectors
Flying past my head.
On the Island of Crimson,
I heard a creepy-fighter with blood,
Seeking miserably.
On the Island of Jungles,
I discovered a angry tiger hunting down predators,
Fast and furious like a formula car.
On the Island of Venomous Snakes,
I located dangerous snakes with venom-killer poison
biting you like a vampire in a shadow cloak.
On the Island of Mythical Creatures,
I touched a amazing dragons whilst it’s
flying and dancing with sky gliders.
On the Island of People, I saw
people playing games
and having a fun fabulous time.
On the Island of Horror,
I saw people-haunters floating around
like abandoned balloon and sinister, slender spiders
crawling along the overgrown grass.
One the Orange Island,
I found perfectly, plump pumpkins
sprouting in the summer night, terrorist-tigers sleeping
as silent as a mouse,
And foxes swarming in huge crowds.
On the Island of Cinnamon,
I smelt fresh cinnamon rolls just taken out the oven and
churros with melted chocolate sauce dripping.
On the Island of Flowers,
fantastic, fascinating flowers
dancing in the rain and
the perfect fragrance of pollen was unimaginable as ruby, red roses swayed and spun in the wonderful breeze.
On the Island of Cheese,
I discovered cheese-nibblers scavenging for food
Desperate in need of a good meal and melted cheese sewing from fountains and diving into the mini pools.
On The Island of Misery,
I observed the trees droop at the sight of rain,
The wind howled,
Mountains frown a look of depression.
On Merry Island,
Sugary sweets were falling from the sky,
The happy sun beamed whilst clouds were laying candy floss.
On Hazelnut Island,
The hazel trees was as big as Statue Of Liberty,
The Hazelnuts tasted like chocolate.
On The Mysterious Island,
The ground was extremely soft,
Ankle-Breaker.
On Hawk Island,
The trees were dancing whilst Hawks squawked,
The Hawks had a gaze of determination,
And the Hawks cried to keep together.
On the Island of Ancient Time,
I observed a mighty Minatour,
Menacingly charge at a helpless ant lion,
Cowardly looking down.
On the Island of Creativity,
I found a river with mesmerising ripples,
flowing from a dancing Parrot floating in the breeze.
On the Island of Sharkng Shallows,
I touched burning, bones, buried in the sand,
Like a forgotten treasure chest.
On the Island of Emptiness,
I noticed the breeze stroked the land,
in sympathy for its very lack of visitors,
Anyone who would be the first to go there,
would know it’s hardly an island.
On the Island of whale,
I located the heart of the whale’s homes,
Their gracious plunges and precious songs
were as pleasing as a lullaby.
On the Island of Dreams,
I captured magical memories,
Dancing around like night flys,
Coming out of the minds of young people.
On the Island of crystal,
I saw glimmering diamonds starting at you,
Determined-finders searching everywhere,
Ice crystals hanging like bats.
On the Island of orange,
I noticed peeping carrots having their hair
munched of by fluffy-hoppers, orange fruit balls falling
From high places.
On the Island of light,
I found fire flies buzzing around in the night sky,
Ribbons of sunlight blinding people’s eyes.
On the Island of sage green,
I heard confused cactuses wondering why they cant move,
Trees swaying side to side as if they were dancing.
On the Island of Ducks,
I saw a river bed-skimmer swimming to its home.
On the Island of Joy,
I noticed mischievous monkeys swinging from tree to tree
like children on an adventure playground.
On the island of Violets,
I found a meadow of violets smiling as they danced in the sun, a beautiful fragrance floating through the air.
On the Island of Distress,
I heard panicking parrots flapping round as they find food,
fish swimming as fast as tigers, watch them go.
On the island of White,
I observed a crowd of clouds flowing through the air alongside sky-gliders, whilst lambing-sheep awaited for their newborns.
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