Trip

The colour of the natural backdrop looming over my head

Has always been in azure shades

And drab green are the grass and leaves

And how they remain so still these colours;

Thus I wondered to myself,

Could I subject these places to miraculous change?

And here, the landscape does change

In which the sky becomes violet above my head

Which makes me think to myself

About the peculiar beauty of the shades

And now-blooming colours.

How odd is the blue grass, how rare the flowers and leaves!

Now violet are the leaves

After the foliage has undergone yet another change.

Have you seen the roses? There's a whole lot of colours.

I turn my head

To see the horizon in crimson shades

And loops and swirls in front of myself.

"How unusual these colours are," I think to myself!

As the petals and leaves

And plants morph into the sky's former, autumnal shades

And the panes above undertake further change

In fiery orange; over my head

Sails a slinky dragon in flashing colours.

The sky then dons sunny colours

As I witness around myself

Above my head

The stars blinking! And here, the leaves

Make the change

The transition from red to orange shades.

Into golden shades

The leaves become, though they do not wilt and crumble. Oh, the colours

Of the once-yellow background change

Into lush greens! Myself,

I twirl as the flowers and leaves

Dance, and lucky charms swirl about my head.

And here my trip without bodily travel ends; the shades

Of the skies, the lilies, the leaves transform to their rightful colours

Of green foreground backed by blue, and until next season, they cease to change.

 Just so you all know, I have never used LSD or any other type of hallucinogen. But I am very much enamoured by all things from the 1960s-early 1970s.

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