So words are cast against the stars, the full moon shines above the earth before the distant stars. Magic and emotions thousands of years and souls expressed across the earth’s vast oceans the trickle of rain the sound of waterfalls and the dreams lost in vain.
Moments we can’t forget the dreams we strived so hard to bring true, the eternity of life’s sorrows and the fears that would make most cry, distant lands and far of dreams lovers lost in those childhood embraces where they thought it so true, but we dance by the fire late into the night hoping to find purpose love and delight.
Mornings to awake and life seems as if nothing has changed but inside you feel delightfully different and can see a warm sunrise begin to express that today is not like the last day or the first but like none of the rest. Making your dreams come true but in the challenges we must face over time and hope we can make it through. whispers of ancients that talk of wisdom and distant worlds of expression of distant loves and lost hopes and recessions of desire of parting dreams and embraces so warm and complete.
having your pages set on fantasy and your days on burden so tough but inside you know that this is true expression as we chase the sun across the sky towards the distant darkness where it will soon hide, the moon to rise but only on certain days as the morning will experience the sounds of life far below and beautiful songs of birds sweet sound expressed and the gentle ripple of reflecting pools where dragon fly’s wings beat near, searching in a soul bound adventure that will never be shared but to the dragonfly who knows his journey and does not care.
Night falls and you’re holding your lover’s hand close to you and her her heart beat as the wind shakes against the branches in far off trees, many delights of fruit hanging ripe in the low trees what a special moment as harvest comes near and the wind and the branches sing of the soon to fall fruit to the delight of all that will tarry to enjoy it from far and near from honeybees who have done such a great job and pollinated the flower many months ago many powerful sounds of the buzzing bees as they made sure to fill every flower they embrace as the sticky froth of balls of pollen stuck to their feet what a great job they have and how hard they work.
Magic expressions on this world that we seem happy to ignore the very magic complete as we hide beside the locked door, what a waste to miss the symphony playing before our eyes every day the sounds of the abundant nature of the love and world so warm to enjoy yet we humans seem more happy to destroy it rather then just share and absorb the wonder and magic that must carry such a prolific tune, bunches of flowers dreams that can be real lost emotions as we wander on broken rock shoals where once nature so warm and sweet is buried under heavy equiptment of careless man’s destruction a gift at despair to hide the beauty of nature under its blanket of greed where man chooses to fill his pocket with shiny stones and ignore the magic all around he would rather blow up everything in his sight rather than to stop and enjoy such special magic and nature’s brilliant symphony of sun and delight a wondrous magic and a precious sweet sound of all we could know hear and abound.
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