The Journey Of The Unknown Poem by Not Long Left

And so it came:

From a distant,
unamed, untamed
land.
Where Animals,
knew nothing of man
Rose from the green,
gardens of unkown pleasure,
such beauty beyond all measure.

Came, on the back of the northen winds,
refused to take rest,
below,
beside the Indian springs,

Lent its colours to the drab sky,
shed its shackles up high.

Arrived with the rain,
seperated and spread,
over the parched carpet.

Consumed eveything in its path,
In one gentle breath.

And light finally came.