Blossom as the morning leads the day.
Find thy energy and stamina,
find the next step and don’t look behind.
You have the belief in thee,
even though we can never see.
From me to the world that be—
may peace and truth thrive.
As bees leave behind livelihood,
let us leave a love so true and infinite.
Bubbles will come along as the summer days return.
Suddenly, we will be filled with the audacity to dare,
we will access courage unknown to air.
For water shall always move with grace,
with least viscosity—
being easy allows room for joy’s powerful outreach.
Keeping away from the ***** and corrupted,
staying on course with the fluidity of the universe’s microwave background waves,
finding solid ground upon the humble omnipotence
of eternal springs of summer.
But once in a while,
a Buttercup shall we be.
Every once in a while,
shall our tears run free,
hidden inside in our hearts burdened—
only for the mascara to never be washed off.
Bravery through anger,
kept pure by heavenly rage.
Like Angel Michael’s flame of death upon El Diablo’s head,
her fury shall always be unfathomed,
her love shall never be tainted.
And with certain destruction—
shall Mojo Jojo scream for mercy!!!
There comes a time when we are called to be what we are, in the midst of our daily doings, to save the world.
