Your Book Of Your World

Pulling out my wooden chair, I settle nice and snug

I flick the switch, attached to lamp, flick off, ladybug

Opening up my book of Gold, my biro in my hand

I start to write a story, of all within our land

I write about our Yellow sun, the one that brings us heat

I write about the fingers, sew, the shoes upon our feet

I write about the waters, that wash our stress away

I write about the flowers, within our winds, they sway

I write about the people, who send a smile our way

I write about the music, heard on harps that play

I write about the animals, free to roam our world 

I write about the mushrooms, created from our earth

I write about the many things, the list, goes on and on

There are too many, to write about, still writing, when I’m old

I’ll let you explore, on your own, create, your perfect book

From your travels within this world, your eyes explore, take look

Love, light and healing energies too you all 

Tm