The Amber Parade

God kissed the earth and called it Boone.
Mountains, hills and crystal moons.
The soils untouched, innocent yet.
Mists of the valleys, mysteriously set.

Follow the stream, down to the lake.
Take to the waters, as the stale air breaks.
Watch the trees grow, as you whither away,
Floating, dancing, in the Amber Parade.

*Another Collaboration with Chris.