Sail in my shadowy hallway, Where stone walls rise so high. I’m carved by ancient frozen giants Who once walked by the sky.

Teeming with life, a dragonfly’s dream, Cattails, horsetails, catfish, oh my!

If something is left unkempt, a colony attempts. By the point you notice it, what was a ripeness is past tense. Smells, rancid, start to vent. Experienced it upsets sense. From spoiled, to the core it’s used, as vocal, to ferment.

A constellation of land, amongst the waters of the world. No land bridge exists, unless manmade. Though tectonically, I'm all connected.

In a twist of green, I bring peace to the table, yet my branch speaks of harmony. A tiny orb in the lands of sun, I flavor both peace and feast.