I want to dance barefoot on the grass
have the wind carry my laughter
to a place where it is needed
I would climb the apple tree again
just for the thrill
to pick a sour apple
My mind is flying everywhere
so many thoughts
which to snatch and ponder?
I saw photos of the universe
from the hubble telescope
so much wonder
How do we come...
from hydrogen clouds and dying stars?
Unimaginably big, the gorgeous universe
and me, so tiny
My mind is a nebula
forming melodic stars
from time to time
The longing to create
is my connection, my song
How do we come...
from hydrogen clouds and dying stars?
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