The land of Mojave

In the land of The Mojave where Aurora Twilights were seen at the stump of the nights, Mermaids where befriended, Rains were the orange leaves and the red petals, The sands becoming water and the sun and moon helping to dim the nightlight. The land of The Mojave, where everybody was young, skins are perfect, roses doesn't have thorns, seas aren't deep and houses are supple. In The Land of The Mojave our Imagination lies.