Waddle as fast as you can mom and stay behind me real close Just past the moor, the story goes… That small secret elven kingdom, T’was uprooted in last night’s storm Let’s go back home to get elves more of the green leek cake I adore Look! the dark blue sky..it leaks! And even if I puff my cheeks I’ll get drenched. Let’s fly indoors!
Time, my Oracle straddling the liminal and the infinite Stop. And consider... What if all tribes,tendencies and terrains yonder crawl back into the stomach of stillness, silence What if persons and paradise pause What if you, your Greatness, stop tumbling through this universe
from mountain tops my journey starts skiing, spraying powder white snow sprinkling sunkissed glee on the go skirting trees, through hurdles I dart leaving footprints on nature's art sliding slopes till the day is done living the moment on the run falling in love with surrender making a note to remember the way down can be just as fun
Lighting up the way to heaven she points her finger at the stars arching herself to reach afar humming a big dream to live in rooted firm in truly being all of the selves that she can be even beyond her destiny plunging into futures with care calm, confident, with her feet bare to make her choices. To believe.