The leaves swayed in a synchronized dance. The White Mountains trickled with remnants of nature’s Germans. The green moss crept through each worldly rock. The waters haunted with chilling ease.
As the beautiful boy explored this land, his interior walls shined through the exterior facades. This place brought rare feelings of vibrant memories: the ones to move on from and the ones to look forward to, the unveiling retreat for a soul worth fighting for. Dripping in wine we found each other skipping stones. From one rock to the other we wandered up the basin. Forget all the sadness that in a different world so simply sits. Moving forward I pledge to love all, to be true to what I know, and what I don't know. Keep my friends close and my enemies far. Stay true to the knowledge Mother Nature has given me, knowledge of the magical unknown; a force field around my being and a sanctuary of dirt to sit and contemplate on the wonder of life. A getaway I will hold for a million years, grateful for this grime, for this untimely sign.
Calm down young child, like water you run. I can hear your wailing. Innocent in your cry, I come following to your rescue. Hold on to my hand, even when my being storms with rage. High over yonder I'll take you way past our nation’s flags. To the heavens we will drink with dandy friends to watch over. Keep us still with the coming of daylight, helping us master each day’s disguise… prepare for the next surprise.
I stand in awe over my mother’s treasures. What great glory the sun sheds. Showering our mother with exposing light, her water constant in her flow.
Fairies came to send secrets from under creeks. How could anyone feel alone around this most thoughtful place? Where everyone angles his or her own course and nobody signals a fire. A flame becomes our guiding light.
Forever earth will smooth my misfortunes with hearts of gold. To believe is to manifest, as to forget is to deplete. Change has come, change will come, and time is of the smallest matter. The freedom in the woods created deep caves in my veins. Pools where my blood can sit still and bury my grief to a grave.
Wine I must say has played a key role in all this enchantment. To me, I believe it is what churns our delights, creating harmonious dynamic among what sits quietly.
Night is falling and day is withering. Now the sun brings a beautiful reflection of Daughter Diana to our eyes.
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