Grey bankers tally, pale faces grim, The daily grind wears frayed and dim. The Earth, our battlefield, scorched and torn, Leaves us to wonder why we were born. When death shrouds vision in a shadowed cloud And every voice feels harsh and loud, The fires rage, the wolves draw near, Life feels like dust—raw, cold, austere. As fires consume, the air they clear, The wolves may snarl, but teach through fear. The dust you curse contains the seeds, Of growth, of purpose, of secret deeds. For when the blaze has burned its share, And ash falls soft through mournful air, The soil beneath begins to sing, Of treasures born through suffering. A sprouting bloom, a buried vein, The hidden gifts of loss and pain. Each ember’s death, a chance to rise, To see anew with wiser eyes. Faint, lift your gaze, though scorched and sore, Walk on courageously once more - The fire's gift, the wolves' cruel test, Leave ashes where you’ll build your best.
A place to sit and contemplate the planets spinning by, The fate of all who're born to work, to sweat and toil and try. To nurtue tenderly the love, of girl for striving guy, To make a home for their dear kin, under the careless sky. There's nothing more than you and I, there is no point to life Apart from sharing joy and hope and facing endless strife We surge onward, standing still, on the blade of the knife Guarded by the love of God, like husband guards his wife. And so the past is spread behind, with ruins and despair Up ahead is where we face, we conquor all our fear To dance as flowers in the dawn, with moonbeams shining near The harsh bright sun upon the path with warmth and midday cheer.
Begin with curiosity, a handful at most, Ask where they're from, their dreams, their ghosts. Add a pinch of humility, gentle and wise, Try to see the world through their eyes. Drizzle creativity, make it fun, Add movement and action, let it run. Participation’s the spice that gives it flavor, Companionship you'll want to savor. Blend in conversation, a scoop or two, Learn their stories, their struggles, their view. Buy orders of kindness, freely spent, Sell patience in moments where time is lent. Simmer with Courage, let bonds grow tight, Encourage with Embers, be their light. Hold space together for thoughts sincere, Serve with love and barrels of cheer.
To sail upon a stormy sea And yet be not afraid, To move towards tomorrow With confidence and grace, To learn to value kindness And to speak the truth in peace, To visit once again the past And start the clock anew. To come together as a team To fight the Beast of Doom, Then dance along the Path of Light And into your sweet dreams. This is all my hope and vision This is where I wish to stay Building bonds and crafting stories As Ixchel guides us through the fray. Lead me onward, my dear sailor, Lead me on to distant shores, Where we'll plant the flag of freedom In Everywhen, for Evermore.
Beyond the Edge of Reason, and across the Sea of Dreams, Lies a land of magic dragons where nothing’s as it seems; Where stories roil, and truth takes flight through shifting purple haze, And you’re welcome there to speak with them for days and days and days. You can listen while their minds take wing and watch them as they brew— They will offer you their fancy and speak of mushroom stew. But if you are not careful, you will find that, as you learn their art, You’ll slowly fall in love with them—they'll captivate your heart. ❤️
Around him lay the ruins of a Thousand plans that failed Bleak and dismal came the sound of loss, pain and betrayal. And yet, despite the fearful odds, The warrior's heart buned fierce. He would not bow, he would not break, He'd fight until the last. He'd grimly hoist his sword, once more, Upon his aching back, And, though his steps were faltering, And his heart within him quailed, He would dance his sweetheart to the song And through the world unveiled
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