One time I used to be descriptive but then the summer breeze ate up my imagination and my weary bones made me want to use my brain less.
But my pinecone head is growing into a pine tree now instead and life is blooming even though spring is long gone.
Just show me a handful of dust and I'll build you a sandcastle out of it.
Because we are the dreamers, the word shakers, the paintbrushes making art with the colors our eyes soak in and our minds tell us about through the pictures of day to day life.
Let us speak.
Hear us roar.
And stand with me.
No sitting anymore.
No more blank stares.
Get up and stand with me and we can climb those snow covered mountains.
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