Eloquent are the offerings when anointed with her perfume;

Breaking apart her treasuries giving us the morning dew. 

Inches of green villus fields tickle between my toes

Tantalizing, teasing, tormenting; and terrible to impose

Oooh I want to pick the fruit from the pomegranite tree!

Watch me dance while I avoid that killer bee ; WOW 

A fleet of fleecy clouds faithfully follow along with superiority

The elements eagerly entwined with humanity 

How rude it is when it taunts my inner child 

Let me jump higher and higher, just to touch

Cotton balls of beauty beckoning 

Today can’t be the day of reckoning?

Towering tips tell the tale of a sleeping giant mighty in power.

When it blows the rage can cause a man to cower! 

As evening makes his way there is more to the sight 

Black birds graciously dance with grandeur into the night

Swwwwwish like the sea singing and sailing with me

Beckoning to dream 

impellng to fly

releasing the wings 

Before I die 

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