Sage, Thyme And Lavender With Vanillan
Your Future
The time is soaring unto a new age.
Your senses lean toward seasonings alike sage.
Your poultry and breads and salads or seafood
Beckons you .
Does your mind sense the clue?
My papillae salivary glands
Feels all the Earth could send(s).
Why search for an extra ingredient?
Unknown, a subconscious thought transcends....
Oh, there is time , I seek.
I want thyme.: The days are shorter.
The ozone layer is thinner.
UV Rays take their ongoing peak(s).
I want order and desire ar’mour.
I am certain. I am sure.
I feel, I am a feeling ingredient.
The concoction brews deep within.
Everything I love shall arise
In the sign of a flower again.
Sweet incense decanters ease
Thine olfactory senses.
I smell eternal; ethereal; Earth Easel.
What is the marvel?
I almost let the wonder escape.
With all.
A scrapbook; collage; album
Anything that a keepsake is in. Then...
A wonder I learned or realized:
Cinnamon is a commoner.
Vanillan is a root.
Walnuts are a gift that is gathered.
Lemon and Lime is my coat suit(s).
The color alone are enamored.
Feel! The Earth ethers reach the clouds!
Your sprit wants to soar Heaven-bound!
Your soul shall settle for less:
Deep in the soil where it rest(s)
Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust.
Archaeology is evolving, revolving and Futures
Are in accordance with a compass is solving Nature.
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