I stood there with open words, A blank mind and colorful slate. Free of prejudice, the glass seems clear.
A cheer here and there, a successful move forward, A journey almost satisfied, A night out alone ol' Luna in the sky, A trip into roses, of all different kinds.
Recovery and some blood, the journey has just begun. With birds on heavy watch, guarding their sacred forest. Closed words and filled mind, A grayscale slate was left.