Chasing dreams of whimisical butterflys and fairytales.
Of horses with wings and dragons with blood red flames.
Looking for the lady in the woods that mixes brews and sings with the birds.
Searching for that sun boat of Ra that crosses the sky each day.
Where are the little faeries that tickle my toes in my sleep and hide in my fro as I rest deep?
How come the trees only whisper to me?
How come the flowers let me see,
the mystery the earth has to give
if with the divine we choose to live.
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