Now he rode

The water fell into the sky,

Blues, pinks, and purples collide

Trees whisper with life

And the sun dims the lights

Clouds of candy fly high

Reachable but still not quite

And he rode

A shadow arose on the backside of the world

In the midst the sky it whirled

Colors bleeding losing each other

The darkness came over another

Beauty would vanish

And the world, tarnish

But he rode

The dark came and new light arose

No golds, no pinks, no purples, or rose

Just simple cream and black on the plain

It looked the ocean had been stained

The world did not end, but yet begin

A new side to travel in

At last he rode