SOAR SCENE

Soaring again over the forest was us pleased in afternoon mode

Our tour winged dove game motored, oarists rushed, lush leaves-limbs chaptered room road

Among their forming above reign's boat turns, our chorus flushed, clutch keyed flings zapped-surged doom codes

Roaring bus planes cheuffered the shoreist trust, just speed's thing mapped-emerged boom loads

Sincerely the endless forest below was for our goal

Clinged yearings loved penned west pour tests, lead zones brushed doored towered holds

Entering the state's airspace had our light's grace

Nearby wend-word-slings hubbed rates, geared fate labbed our might's race

Ear tide spent herd pins, clubbed traits steered-shaped ironclad flowered height-pace

- Avalon Dakota

- 9-14-26

- 5:11 PM

- SOAR SCENE