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Look at the gifts we see
See that tree in the sky?
Red berries scattered wide
The goosebumps of fire
Hey little blue bird,
calling from the tree
Calling down to me
Of something yet to be
A harmonious prophecy.
Tell me little blue bird,
What's it going to be?
Is the future bright?
You are my calling card of spice and light.
Look what's in laid in front of me
A spiders web of geometry of endless possibilities
A complex trigonometry.
Right here there's something else I see
A park bench dedicated to Olive E. Robinson
In loving memory
Who loved this park with it's birds and trees
And looking closer there's more I see
Right here in front of me
A spice, a seed of destiny
Red berries scattered wide
Shining in the morning light
Promises of life
Of growth and of might.
Though right now they are goosebumps of fire on the Earth's skin
Telling me to breath the moment in.
Let the Divine have it's mysteries,
It's guidance with it's subtleties.
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