A bloom on the prairies- The golden poppies share the winds sway- And in motion begins a new day- There’s laughter behind the trees- And the animals’ roam and graze- Freedom…the lands subtle yell- The fish plucked from the streams- That swells and nourishes this land- And behind the trees children laugh- At play- This fairy tale- In the estranged mind- That refuses to give in- To the traffic above- I think of this- Therefore I am there- But back in to steel, wheels, mobiles- Stick shift, radio noise- Electronic seas- Switch into the next gear- Come back. Go there. Stay here. In between the lust for life- And crossing the bridge-Birth sign: Libra
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