Twisted

I rock
Back and fro
Near the Crystal River
I can taste the air which
quivers beneath my tongue
Ho, I smell the dragonfly
Darting to under my nose
And oh how I feel the potent
sunlight so quick, speedily
trickling dripping trees along
with tripping waterfalls
but not as Niagra no,
low as an atom within my sensitive
skin, how warm
this summer air sounds to my delicate
ears, loudly ringing,
clouds bursting with sound, and appearing
lavishly delicious to the vision of my hungry eye
the experience of cool water flowing
as a crystal river of time.