to go together in rhyming verses, interpreted just
for me.
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A little boy singing, a little boy dancing.
Birds and animals and insects as well, all flocked about him,waiting to hear his latest adventures.Filled with curiosity they patiently waited to ask their questions.A heart goes out to the young fellow – knowing he can’t really communicate with his animal friends.He could only pretend.What is the good of pretending when you can find something…
Looking through a doorway,
waiting for me to express it is a poem ofgentle blossoming in desert landscapes.
Time crosses edgewise over any type of terrain,
Determined to exercise every thought in aclassical etude, taking motions to heart andturning every movement into a rhythmic note,culminating in a song of beautiful melodies.
Noticing every aspect of beauty based in nature’s habitat, becoming energized in minds of talent.
Settling slowly in trenches of scented creativeness, belying incessant sensitivity.Beginning daily on a basis of penetrating processes, taking it easy on highways to heaven.
Flowering into thoughts as music rotates throughout my mind,
consequences and an awakening of inconsequential fate.
Mind wandering around the neighborhood outside my window, helping me to see sights closer in as I flow over them in imagination.
Walking down the little streets, allowing everything to penetrate my being with it’s deliberate essence, saturating my soul in scents of heavenly grace, sent to me from nature.