Best friends walk along the sea,
\nIf they continue long enough, they will arrive at the start.
\nBut can they make it? For it has been 11 days since their arrival,
\nAnd none know how they ended up on such vacant land,
\nWith trees as the iris, a mysterious chest its pupil.<\/p>\n
Oh, they shall make it.
\nSuch vacant land is no match,
\nFor they are true and humble in their abilities.<\/p>\n
Arms raised, her brown spiraling hair, messy and mobile,
\nIndicative of the gusts she brings forth to the coconut tree,
\nAnd they all run over, collecting those that fell into small piles,
\nCracking them on knees and rocks, gulping its sweet water.<\/p>\n
It is not enough, and they walk to the sea with their coconut halves,
\nFilling them with salty water, placing them on the ground all together as one,
\nSo she, with the short, blonde hair that sparkles like champagne glasses,
\nCan dance around the bowls of life giving juice, making it pure and clean,
\nAnd they drink and drink until smiles cross their faces.<\/p>\n
They walk on until hunger is too much,
\nAnd he, with the dark skin like leather takes to the forest,
\nBringing back berries and a rabbit to roast.
\nAnd he, with hair like orange embers, blows and brings fire to life,
\nWhere they all crouch with their drooling mouths,
\nUntil they devour the succulent meat like animals.<\/p>\n
They complete their circle,
\nFeeling comfortable with their perimeter,
\nAnd to the forest they go and go until they reach that pupil,
\nGasping at the stone chest before them,
\nAnd they all try to open it, one at a time, for there must be magic inside,
\nBut they fail.<\/p>\n
Until they all try together,
\nShe gusts,
\nShe dances,
\nHe watches and listens,
\nHe blows,
\nAnd the top slowly opens.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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