The Yellow Cave

Down in the blue valleys where green shadows gallivant,
They search for souls to make their own
Pleasure seekers.

Their offspring brings happiness to the being that is nature,
They breathe out life in it's primary stage;
Beautiful life it is.
Crystalised stalactites even envy its beauty,
But leave them alone and they die
Spewing out colours that ooze from their openings,
Making a way for new beginnings.

But deep in a certain blue valley
Where a certain blue majestic mountain dwelled,
It resided with a flowing purple river,
Home to some voluptuous beasts,
They found pleasure in being superfluous,
Never taking mind of what was at the bottom,
No wonder they died.

But deep in a certain blue valley;
Lied the yellow cave.
The yellow cave,
Legend says the last of the voluptuous beasts dwells there
Its size unknown
Its colour unknown
Its creativity limitless.

Adventurers who were eaten by the menacing mouth of the yellow cave,
Were spat out never the same,
The mystery of the yellow cave was mysterious,
It left some people delirious,
Not even the beasts of the valley,
Would go on an excursion into the mouth.

So shadows continued gallivanting,
Beasts continued being volutptuous,
And beauty was ever present in all forms,
But today the yellow cave still speaks
To nobody.