Brightly shone the moon that night, rambling in the sun.
My will had given voice it’s true, of palpitations come.
Always a joy to know myself, of how I yet could be,
The grand performance of living life, will help me finding free.
Roads of golden sandy tint are always fun for me to walk,
Because I’m followed by a ghost, who makes me laugh as we talk.
Destination becomes lost on me, I know not where I roam,
And as I breath a hearty fill, my hat will find my home.
Setting out is most exciting, the mystery can hold my awe,
So when the journey gets full of flow, enjoyment is the law.
Courage is never given sight, of routes conquered before our fear,
But as we leap with faith and hope, the seething mire becometh clear.
In springtime, I do follow the leafy lanes in full bloom,
The twittering of the singing birds really helps to lift the gloom.
For wintertime is finally done, and summer yet to crown glory,
Before the autumn leaves retire, completing natures eternal story.
But paradise consists of this, a lifetime full of evolving ways,
And we have a privilege to witness this, by fulfilling all our days.
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