Spelling Chequer Battles

I feel and travel…

I feel like the see
Salty tiers splash my face
My I is blew like the waters
My body shutters like waifs

I feel like the flours
So soft and colorful
Blooming in the mourning son
I clothe all my pedals at knight

Eye feel like the long rode
It is leading know ware
Always moving and never stopping
Leading me onward with a finale touch

I steppe onto this long rode
Knot knowing wear eye am going
All eye kin sea is my path
Always ahead of my feat

This long rode is knot in this whirled or the next
It is somewhere beyond
It weights for me, a traveler
To cross its unknown paths