Can you see me? Am I ghost to your eyes? I gave so much but kept nothing for myself and now I’m lost like a grieving child, unloved, unspoken. My heart and soul tissue paper thin like tattered confetti fluttering in a breeze. Bit by bit, I feel myself fading away. Can you see me?
Life can be messy, so have the courage to be vulnerable. Let your soul talk and listen to the stories of struggle and success. Remember to live and not merely exist. Lean on your friends sometimes. Go out of your way to be kind. Let this be you mantra: “Those who do not believe in magic will never find it.”
He stood at the top of a small rise. Strong and fearsome, he surveyed his domain. The unmown meadow of alfalfa spread out before him. Cattle grazed lazily in the summer sun as he watched over them with his fierce eyes focused. There, by the fence, … INTRUDERS. Frank lunged forward, his deep treads digging furrows in the soft soil. “FACE MY WRATH,” Frank bellowed, throwing great clods of dirt and grass up behind him.
Down the meadow among the lazy cows, Mater shouted back to Lightning, “Don’t let Frank catch ya,” as he sped away from the roaring tractor.
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a tiny scarlet hummingbird as fierce as any dragon drinking sweet nectar from a trumpet flower flagon it flitters to and fro wings just a blur to see passing beauty, fragile joy a dream of what might be for all who would fly free