The four travelers

As the white sand stands

And the blue waves rush

 There sits four travelers

Amongst the land, where all is hushed

In the land of pink haven

Where falcons soar

And legend says

That a sea serpent roars

The four travelers

 As they look at the sky

That is the most beautiful pink

 That meets the eye

Hold hands as if to die

White clouds that roam around

Are now nowhere to be found

The travelers have left

The colored land, as well as all the sand

As the travelers look back

 At where they were

 They might come back

But not for sure

(c) 2019 Tanner Stevenson