If you can imagine this, then you are welcomed onto my planet, Zanria


Tree of Flame

Picture this,

The sun seems to rise over the horizon,

Dark clouds overhead to look like the night,

Knee deep green

Lush grass,

And a single tree,

That cannot see the next.

Unicorns and dragons,

Playing peacefully,

And the kind spirits tending to them.

The tree is bold,

Holding beds for the wary

In its branches,

A brown-gray trunk,

With leaves the color of fire.

A soft wind blowing,

To brush

And spread hair in the direction it flies.