Circle Of Life


A field of wildflowers calls out
The Hamster runs along
Only doesn’t leave the cage
A loner not wanting to escape
Closing eyes to the walls
Freedom reigns in wood chunks
Forgetting anyone is even watching
Imagination pushes on wayward
A field of wildflowers comes to raw existence
Life ponders within the scent of pollen
Filling the imagination with sweet scents
This Life is a field of wildflowers
To blissfully blossom among
Wherever God has planted one

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