Three little anemones

From the light above my head

The string of lights with paper shades

And the rock climb from the bottom 

Of the earth and dirt 

To the shore line 

Reside three little anemones

But the waves don't touch

Or hurt the anemones

And the rain does feed them 

They are a sight

Imagine looking down the cliff

Where you want to jump off

And there are three anemones

Calling for you

But then you see a street leading to them

From the top 

And you can be united with the anemones

They are sight

The rocks and water seem to glimmer

They seem to shine

This is such a magnificent picture

It is a sight

I look up

I feel the sun shining on face

And then I see the same three anemones

In the sky

In the shape of clouds

It's such a sight

It seems they follow me everywhere I go

All the time

It seems the three little anemones

Are blue, red, and mauve

Almost a raspberry color

Or a fuschia and the blue is electric colour

It could be that I'm eclectic

And the red is like a tomato

It's must be my bias or I'm trying 

Something new

Instead of "Tornado Alley"

I'm fond of these three little anemones

Because one way or another

I'd like to be where they are 

I'd like to be home