I was walking through thick clouds
When suddenly I heard aloud
Voices from the spirit trees
Telling me their absurdities
That's when running was allowed
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Meandering paths light by sun
Is always gloriously fun
Yet in the shade
One sees the glades
And that's when rays are spun
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Trudging through layers of snow
I must find the way to go
I must get some help
Deer me, there's an elk
All I must do is follow
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I spring into every step
with wholehearted loving pep
Dance in the meadow
Feeling no sorrow
I spring into every step
About the Creator
Whimsical Wanderer
Narrative threads are everywhere, weaving through realms and stories. Words are vital vibrations, connecting us to deeper truths. I joyfully dance with them, co-creating tapestries of meaning that resonate beyond the page.
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