A little home on the prairie
A cottage at the top of the hill
With a stone pathway down to the brook
With lively grass dancing in the wind as you walk down
A silhouette outline; White light
Beauty with a smell of fresh dew as you near the river
The dandelions and sunflowers waving to you as you pass near
Excited by your smile; They move gently
This, This, I miss
Stuck in the city
No nature near
Lonely without mother; Mother Earth
Yet here in the cold dark frostbite of life
A spark of light appears
Hope; A light in the dark
To tell me not to fear
My smile; Our smiles
More than enough
Together as one; Take my hand
We can brave this storm
My voice a guide as I gently sing this lullaby
Like a Siren of the Sea
Sing, Sing, Sing
Like Zues, Big and Mighty
The warrior in me guides me
Stronger and Fiercer
Humble and Gentle
The Perfect Mix
Duo; Balance
In Me; Us
More than you ever believed
Imagination the strongest Key
Fairies, Unicorns, Dragons
They all come to life
Like reading a Fairy Tale
Or a Comic Book
A novel Or a scripture
Binding me and gripping on to my attention
The look of awe on my face turns to a smirk
Then as my eyes lit up; The cheesiest smile came across my face
Bright radiant.. That light
Of Love Hope and Prosperity
Mixed in with the Vaguest sense of Mystery
Alluring; My breath it did take
That’s when I knew; I knew
There was something more in me
Not cocky; Not bold
Just a premonition on the infinite creatures we can become to be
My love for this life is more than words could ever recreate
I could go on and on and talk you ear off
Or write a novel in the matter of a day
I wish everyone felt this way
If only ambition for knowledge was accepted
Rather than rejected
A love for the simple, natural, eternal
Rather than that artificial and stressful
Monetary values are good, but its a chase to no end
An empty void
Money spent well with loved ones
Same as that of time; Fill your time with meaningful people
Find meaning in the littlest things
Like an ant, a bird, or a bee
And I assure you you will be quite intrigued
My soul is old; My heart and self young
Call me naive; I prefer wise
Words are words
Use your words wisely
Use them in spite
I’ll conserve mine for faith and love
Corny or cheesy
I seek for a hope in humanity
If that’s wrong; I don’t wish to be right
I rather plague myself with the beauty I see
In the Morning sky as that of the Moonlight
Like a shooting star
I just want to make everything and everybody shine
To find that radiant soul of yours inside
Pardon me, but I want Magic and Love
Everywhere I go
Don’t you feel the same?
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