The Pudding of Livelovia

I sat on my arc of a wonderful day

Seeing the beauty of life, love, and affection

To that point, a bird fetched a tree branch of my hand

Thinking I am a harbinger of joy and glee

I walk around the wonderful arc

Imagining flocks of birds and sheep

Bess producing honey, ducks making a pudding for me

I wished to stay here, maybe get myself happy

As the more we try to be strong, the more we need love

We all want to dance in the wonderful arc of forest life

All of us need love, but many can't agree

This is why forests live are for the ones that don't live in reality

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