Winter, Alien Meadow at Dusk

On the Magic Bus in Winter's chill, We journeyed on with heart and will. Through snow and ice, we forged ahead, With new adventures to be led. Alien Meadow at dusk did greet, Our eyes with wonder and mystique. A place so strange, it felt unreal, Yet beauty there we could reveal. As we gazed upon this foreign land, We pondered life and all its grand Mysteries that we cannot grasp, Yet still we journey on this path. For though our time here may be brief, We seek to find a sense of relief. In moments like these, we find repose, And let our souls be free to roam. So let us cherish each magic ride, And embrace the journey, far and wide. For in this world so vast an...View all