How delicious it would be
To taste of life, completely
To sweep into a patch of grass
Moves me warm, and ever lasts...
Comes a time, when souls swim green
Takes of time, its soft and sultry
As cotton wind on feathered feelings
Soaking up buttercups, and just thinking...
An inkling of what may brightly bloom
Ginger berries, manifesting mushrooms
Frolicking fairies glow golden wings
The softness so subtle, through quiet sings...
Comes a time, when the world so still
Echoes nothing, but dreams fulfilled
Become a garden of dancing lights
Birthing beauty and creative heights...
From such are poetry and artistry born
And all the world, with color adorned
Oh how delicious, it would be
To taste of life, completely...