Poetry Island
Rocko has a soft side, and on that soft side he writes poetry.
Nature Theater
Snowflakes fall from the cotton sky
The invisible stream in the heavens begins to blow
The floating cloud of white begins to divide revealing the shining sun
The wind and sun intertwine forming the rope that lifts the white curtain
The stage is set
Thousands of crystal dancers skip across the horizon
An explosion of white captures the world in awe
As the show draws to a close a cool soothing lotion stretches across the rough skin of the earth
The sun ducks behind the mountains hiding its light from the sky
The wind ran off and took the clouds with it
The black curtain could not contain the brilliant light of each individual star
The night show begins
Each star shows off its own talents
But the moon rises and steals the show
Throughout the night the moon plays peek a boo with the clouds,
The stage draws quiet just for a moment
Then a sound of approval wells up from the earth, waves clap against the beaches
The waterfalls roar with consent and the mountains rumble with enthusiasm,
You would think it ends here,
But this is just the beginning…