I stand on the edge, taking in the natural splendor
The silence paralyzing, the smell overpowering
The dewdrops twinkle, the grass as shiny as the stars
The frog’s baritone-like croak disrupts my trance
I wonder what the other world looks like
The land beyond the fog, ethereal
I take in a deep breath, touching the foggy wall
The sulfurous smell engulfs me, madness
Volcano or magic, land or water?
As I walk, I see a dragon’s silhouette, swallowing me whole
Fire, lightning, and thunder, the land down under
And now, when I look back, I realize
The fog an illusion, life’s labyrinth?
The dragon, friend, or foe? The frog, king, or jester?
Will-o’-the-wisp, magnificent, magical, life’s essence