Like a snail you arrive, house on your back
Laying down slime, where pathways lack.
Dragging a new life away from the mire,
On hallowed ground, for us to inspire.
Mark out your home, green fields will host,
Crack open a warm one, the festival toast.
Swim with the crowd to the nearest bar,
Ingest this new land and its people afar.
Big top and stage, to ordain a sacred space,
Drunkenness staggers in cider, off its face.
Little nesting configurations lay here and there,
Party shelters to escape normalities care.
Deep rolling bass will cleanse your thought,
Unlearn the normalities that life taught.
Muddy fields elevate an eternal tune.
As the sun goes down, awaiting the moon.
Twilight journeys across a foreign land,
Pausing life’s clock, hit snooze, you can.
Each passing minute, helps life feel better,
Sunshine regardless, drowning or wetter.
Melody and acoustic for us all to adore,
Everyone’s favourite, one finial encore.
Recharging humans with happiness, rife,
Glastonbury performs the festival of life.
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