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Wise Words From The Wild
Wise Words From The Wild
Free your will, and let your feel guide you to where
you initially belong, Dust and Water and the Spirit between,
Where man is homo sapiens born, where wise thoughts, feelings
and genuine creation takes its heavenly roots.
Be wise and relieve a clogged brain besieged by mundane
satisfaction, by bewildering intoxication, by echoless walls.
Be wise and rub those emotionless eyes, and start to see,
and come up to hear the waltz of the winds and songs of Springs
the tango of the flowers.Come up while time is ripe
and zephyr is sap green in the pine trees, cypress and Eucalyptus
exchange the fragrance of the fine tides, and April is crowned
gaily with daisies and poppies and blooming thistles, whereon
a merry goldfinch perches to sends joyous hymn ,to a beautiful Earth...........
'TIs the music of the flute,the stringed boughs cradling a spiders'web
glistening in the morning sun, and here time is just pure,
and the sky is virgin, unstained, echoing a Nature from the Heavens
i set out again, on this April morn, lightly treading a beaten pathway, In my heart
only waving beats for a sea of feelings, to meet the mountain and the birds
living in, the forest and its sylvan spirit, and an ivory butterfly
courting a small flower just budding..........
It is April as i again regain the romantic flavor of the perfumes as
i swoon being entranced; heavenly enchanted by a moment
left down on Earth from Eden,
so, leave the www.com , and try www.come to mountain
Free your will, and let your feel guide you to where
you initially belong, Dust and Water and the Spirit between,
Where man is homo sapiens born, where wise thoughts, feelings
and genuine creation takes its heavenly roots.
Be wise and relieve a clogged brain besieged by mundane
satisfaction, by bewildering intoxication, by echoless walls.
Be wise and rub those emotionless eyes, and start to see,
and come up to hear the waltz of the winds and songs of Springs
the tango of the flowers.Come up while time is ripe
and zephyr is sap green in the pine trees, cypress and Eucalyptus
exchange the fragrance of the fine tides, and April is crowned
gaily with daisies and poppies and blooming thistles, whereon
a merry goldfinch perches to sends joyous hymn ,to a beautiful Earth...........
'TIs the music of the flute,the stringed boughs cradling a spiders'web
glistening in the morning sun, and here time is just pure,
and the sky is virgin, unstained, echoing a Nature from the Heavens
i set out again, on this April morn, lightly treading a beaten pathway, In my heart
only waving beats for a sea of feelings, to meet the mountain and the birds
living in, the forest and its sylvan spirit, and an ivory butterfly
courting a small flower just budding..........
It is April as i again regain the romantic flavor of the perfumes as
i swoon being entranced; heavenly enchanted by a moment
left down on Earth from Eden,
so, leave the www.com , and try www.come to mountain
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