Although the day opened with a bright mood Its fallacy hiding the gray Adequate lighting along the long path Any consequences falling astray Flowers bloom large on their burgeoning plight Equate to their life on the ground No need for words or anything else Being pugnacious and ready to bound Out of the ground up into the sky Like fireworks up in the air Meaning my mind may wander away Feeling sedate and locked in a stare
Once upon a time there was a girl who lived in a cabin she built by hand. When it had been spring and large leaves were prolific, she would gather the green sheets and other sprigs of wood to make her shelter more substantial. The girl wasn’t afraid of wild animals and actually loved to sprint through the trees with the squirrels and rabbits. One day the girl went looking for her squirrel friends but noticed the forest was very quiet. There were no hopping rabbits, no sneaky foxes, and no squawking birds. The girl became very afraid. She hid quietly in her tiny cabin, hoping that whatever had taken her friends wouldn’t be able to find her. Luckily she had plenty of food and water to sustain her hiding. And there she hid. Many years later, hunters found a miniature cabin, one that looked to be build by Snow White’s Seven Dwarfs. The cabin was empty of life but the walls were stocked high with different foods, now rotten, and cups of water, completely dry from evaporation. The cabin was talked about by the locals but no one would admit to building it and no one ever came forward to claim it. The story of the tiny cabin became a local tale reminding children to never wander in the woods alone.
The allure of the water, so crystal clear and blue made my attempt at serenity actually come true I reacted with elation, no need to feign my glee The gauge of my happiness was easy for all to see With twilight awaiting, near the sea, a slab of glass I tried to interpret how time could go so fast For the beauty in front of me was way beyond delight Concluding my peaceful day before it came to night.
The image of the city’s clock amidst the chilly air its origin unknown for now and nobody did care The chiming in the tower made my deepest wish come true as if a dream had happened, I could finally sit with you We crunched on our late breakfast, my Lucky Charms the best compersion to my sugary desire never added to your stress We locked our hands together and vowed to always stay attached in the perpendicular arm embrace we were so closely latched. We gazed at one another with no care to who could hear Our love could show and grow some more, never more to fear.
The shriek slowly faded as I walked away Ruining my exercise that precipitates my day The drumming continued and the peacefulnesstopped Like vines along barns grown too thick to be cropped I clung to my sweater spread right ‘cross my back I was flummoxed to see the cement had a crack Was it water in there hunting for a space to hide? Like a natural trowel I impulsively tried To look in the crack, a real tight place to see If this was the place the cacophony might be I employed all my senses, visions coming right back Like the floods and the blooms of springtime’s attack When all of a sudden I saw in that space All the creatures were having a chummy embrace There was music and balloons like tiny small dots There were young little creatures banging on pots They were celebrating something, I’d never know But back to my exercising I had to go.
You live in a world where no Gods exist where fantasy’s real and wishes will die Nefarious creatures you face by the dozens to do nothing more than than leer and tell lies. But how do you yield to a power so bold To lurch to the front of this crowd? Without leaving truths spun so even and fine yet speak in harsh words so terribly loud. Time to throw in the towel, leave through the door put the past far from that part of your mind Of course the best path to take this time ’round Verify any old clues you can easily find.
Limbs pruned from the large, green pine severed from the roots cut so deeply As if a door has shut out all light and an immanent cold settles All spatial reasoning gone rationed by the falling snow Any breath is a deviation from the warmth and beauty of spring’s sweet air and peaceful breeze
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