Ancient and yet ever young,
the melody of life will travel on.
Wind flying high and blowing down;
the crown of trees that bend and sigh
within the dance of this eternal motion.

A potion is brewing, the fire ablaze.
Scented air dwarfs the mysterious maze.
High on life and reaching down;
passion rising, power found,
advancing through the heart and soul,
amid a dance of particles.

Rising high, we float, we fly
releasing life within a flow
of breath. Weave the thread
and spin the web. Create
another brilliant tapestry.

Spring sun awash with cooling wind.
Feeling good is not a sin.
Revel in this awesome flow of life...

? Michaelette ?

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