Nyamari: The Isles of Blue
In the hush of Norrath’s emerald isles I roam, A maiden veiled in sunlight’s golden kiss, Where turquoise waves caress the coral throne And every breeze carries a secret bliss. I soar above the tropical island’s crown, Wings of hidden light embracing warm sea air, Circling emerald peaks that touch the clouds, Where rainbow mists rise softly everywhere. I dart through silver curtains of the falls, Laughing as crystal waters kiss my skin, Emerging bright with droplets like lost stars That sparkle on my hair and make me spin. I glide through hidden coves where sunlight dances, Chasing butterflies that flirt with ocean spray, Then rest upon a cliff of sun-warmed stone To watch the dolphins leap in joyful play. Beneath the canopy of swaying palms I pause, To listen as bright macaws weave son...