Once upon a time in an ordinarily boring way a stodgy tribal chief made a platter out of clay He measured inch by inch the details are a blur He awakened the next afternoon His speech a weak, low slur The pastor in the town came giving out good vibes His beatitudes were sincere He knew the chief imbibes They sat quiet in a chair to ponder the last day and realized with a start there was a new ceramic tray. The tray was full of food there was fruit and a lot of meat They lunched and said with grace That each bite’s a yummy treat.
It takes an experienced explorer to find something brand new Its like they knew before him, the advent rang untrue Wound up in quite a tizzy before they plummet to the ground It takes a broader spectrum of adventuring abound So with the change in seasons we welcome a new thrill And ward off any evil eyes that peer right through and chill And what is that upon us when waking in the mist A newer happy ending without a negative twist
I am no master but I try my best Each new day a mighty test To keep the tenet of the pack Looking forward, no looking back Standing up to what I know Watching those around me grow Positivity kept in check Negativity, no way in heck And through my laughter and my tears I think about all the years.
With all intent and purposes I crack the curtains quick I try to get a glimpse of who might loom and play a trick. I grip the curtain with my hand, creeped out by a large stain I wonder if it’s part of the man’s now exploded brain. I hear a noise and whirl around, more of a clumsy spin To see through light left by the moon and then I leaned right in. I saw my Lord in my garden of coloredtulip blooms He is my favorite man of law, mixed in like smokey fumes I backed right up and curled my fingers ’round the slack fabric And tried to think of why I’m here, I’d figure something quick My mind erased the memories of seeing him that day But every night when I lay down, to him I like to pray I pray that he comes back around to see me at my best And go to sleep with joyous vibes inclined to take a rest.
‘As ancestors go, mine are pretty unique From the depths of the oceans to tall mountain peaks The grief from their passing is replaced with a smile The sadness is lifted, depths of loss reconcile Pretty bright blooms rise right out of the ice Rain melts the snow, it is really quite nice Mud seems to grovel in crevices bare While salt from the ocean’s like crystals of air The bruises of sorrow on the skin of the soul Replace what the heart wants and what it still knows From the edge of a field to the top of a peak No words heard murmuring, no sounds here to seek Keep moving on ’til your cup runneth dry And remember the happiness each time you cry.
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