My little book with flowers array, my little golden pen
Sitting there for hours, my stomach I do lay
Resting on my elbows, the end of pen in mouth
Adventures coming to me, words coming to me now
Then my pages that once blank, start to fill the space
Every word feels alive, written full of grace
Every detail there of quaint, each end a perfect dot
Pages there unravelling, the stories I have got
Up my tiny hand does lift, wipe my brow of warmth
Lemonade in a glass, bubbling to cool all
After my refreshments, my mind it starts to roam
Stories now unfolding, my pages pictures drawn
After hours of passing, up my knees I sit
Taking hand to move a curl, that's come now to join me
As I skim the pages, my words have filled it up
Once a book of emptiness, now words come take a look
Love, light and healing energies too you all
Tm
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