The rose springs forth,
Born to blossom,
Embracing the sky,
Creating color in the world,
Petals spread without fear,
She was born for a reason,
Adding music from her heart,
As she was born to do.
The stallion runs free,
Existing for speed,
Embracing the fields,
Becoming the wind,
Stretching forth his legs,
He exists for a reason,
Adding music into life,
As he was born to do.
The body requires effort,
As a rule of nature,
And efforts bring forth,
Changes in the world,
As the soul requires effort,
To create what was not,
Making imagination reality,
And life full of magic.
We were all born to create,
With our fears to face,
Yet only good works,
Can come from good seeds,
Making my fear,
To leave someone without,
When we have the chance,
To fulfill a great need.
The mark of the living,
Is to always create,
In words or actions,
Images or songs,
Any way to inspire,
To share joy and love,
Fueling the fires of creation,
To which we all belong.
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