Ah, the rush is over and the battle is fought.
I come to my home and know it’s not got,
A hold on me or my family, though it thought.
Surely imagining us chained and caught.
But we hold steady, and always ready for fighting.
There may be striking lightning,
Or a dismal sighting.
However, we, are keeping the home loved, clean, and inviting.
I keep them all with me on my steps, because I am free.
The journey I choose each day keeps my glee,
Never would I choose to flee.
Until the day they’ve brought me to my knees.
Such a crushing day won’t come.
My people will not succumb,
Even with their silly, dumb,
Playful escapes. It’s what makes everything fun!
You’ll catch us in the sun, playing in the water.
Knowing our gates can’t falter,
Fortified with love and a magic filter,
And when we leave it piggybacks with us, as a watcher.
I am bound.
To see, the ones yet to be found,
As friend or foe on my ground.
A welcome is said, a miracle sounds.
We're all wound in light.
But mine is so bright,
So I share my might.
No matter the plight.
It's the good I can do,
In the day-to-day that will ensue.
To help guide us to,
The divinity within me and you.
Through the hard times, my kindness
Came from mindfulness.
All of the blindness,
Couldn't shield my colorfulness.
Not those woken from slumber,
They see my wonder.
What could outnumber,
What goodness encumbers?
The burdens of evil I suppose.
It hinders those,
Who cannot see the rose.
Presented for people with a nose.
A nose for finding a truffle,
On the path for solving your puzzle.
The key to all the hustle.
To receiving abundance without trouble.
I found it,
I help people out of the pit.
They find the bottom after a fit,
And sometimes I get bit.
But it comes with the territory,
Caring for their story.
Cutting the predatory,
Then doing something celebratory.
Enjoying the ordinary day,
I bring a way to play.
With the sunshine and its rays,
Some don't know how much it pays!
I'm rich in heart.
Because I play my part,
And study the art.
Given at each new start.
It's immeasurable, the wealth.
When you have your health,
And you grow in stealth.
What comes at the twelfth?
The last of our hours?
I'm unsure, but I want flowers.
To show what power,
I was so blessed and showered.
A soft thank you will travel the breeze.
Hopefully bringing an ease,
For those who weren't pleased.
At my passing and disease.
In anycase,
I know I found my place,
It's been staring me in the face!
What will come from this base?
A mystery for sure,
But nothing is as pure.
Then the futurous blur,
That is my life whir.
Since I've given a tour.
What do you implore?
Was there something more,
I could've given at the door?
It doesn't matter now,
I've given my vow.
There is much to how,
But instead, I take my bow.
As I gesture,
May you find pleasure.
On your journey of measure.
For it's a treasure.