Where bumble bees sing to morning blooms, sunshine fills sleepy rooms. Little birds chirp to ring in the day. The town folk thrive and children play. ~ Evening’s all spent cozy and warm; everyone huddles at word of a storm. With a common goal of tranquility, their smiles all share the harmony. ~ Freedom reigns and peace assured, caring for all, we’re all adored. And though this place is yet to be found, in dreams we meet when feet leave the ground.
Hello world, how do you do? I’ve got a little something to share with you. The sun has risen and the day is new. But what comes next I’ve not a clue. ~ I’m sure you’re feeling much the same, though to be confused there is no shame. Mistakes get made, we share the blame. Wouldn’t it be nice if life were tame? ~ Imagine the place this world could be, if all could live both safe and free. Think of the wonders we’d all see. See you tomorrow, that’s it for me.
Lulled by music without a sound, sleep arises when feet leave the ground. The high notes soar, the low notes pound, harmony’s felt all around. ~ Eyes closed with visions bright, darkness consumes, and we call it night. Stars shine with guiding light, our sun awakens a new day’s sight. ~ Hidden worlds then unseen, reality just time between. There’s months of white and of green, pastel shades fill the scene. ~ Ghosts of the past by our side, together we travel far and wide. Upon their wings, how high we glide, melody’s echo like a changing tide. ~ Life is lived never alone, spirits follow on their own. Reminding us what to atone, joining then when we’re grown. ~ Death’s a part of paying dues, we only cry when we lose. The future is for us to choose, we’re still singing, singing the blues.
My mind is still, I know not why. My eyes are open, I see the sky. My ears are working, I hear the birds. My mouth hangs open, but no words. ~ My hand fidgets with paper and pen. Something will happen, but I know not when. Perhaps some time is what I need. And when it’s done more ink I’ll bleed. ~ But till then I will pursue, all the feelings, but the blue. I’ll live my life and I’ll dream. I’ll have adventures, but none extreme. ~ Memories I’ll draw on a canvas bright, stars will guide in the dark of night. And when my thoughts again do flow, it’s harmony I feel this I know.