Earth and sky have traded places
Woven magic that time unlaces
Footprints that the tide erases
The darkness that the light displaces
As nature puts us through our paces
We each must argue our own cases
Destitute of all good graces
Engines of war crouch in their bases
Fighter planes await their aces
For the end the hero braces
A graven image that age defaces
We think that we are separate races
We must see past the masks that we call faces
Longing for those lost embraces
That left behind no familiar traces
Smiles that the frown replaces
Endless dreams that slumber chases…
Pouring My Art Out 
Wow this is really good!
“Wow this is really good” FTW! … No, seriously, this is good.
thanks… I like the sea one a little better, but I was not unproud of this attempt
thanks… and I gave Willie the dragon puppet today… hint hint
Yay finally!
he freakin’ loved it
I’ll bet he did!
he is going to sleep with it tonight… I will have pictures of him right after he got it
Soo cute!
just wait
Okay
ha
😉
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