Doing

Once upon a mouse, there was a house that cried loudly in the night. I watched a lion creep across the meadow, looking for his prey. Then a priest captured a butterfly with a water hose. Feeling disturbs the snowstorm in the Himalayas. Book stop signs wrangle toilet seats in the southwestern plains. Seeking seven seas in the rope ladders of an oak tree, the snap dragon opens to capture a fly. Losing leftovers makes the lemon pie taste sweeter. How many lessons are carried in outer space hamburgers roasted to the happy medium with a warm pink middle. Liking looking lavish losers longing for apple pie scooter pacifiers on testament rollicking roller coasters of pancake scoopers. Sour cream lactate over the rainbows in sinks on special education mansions. Close ice packs on stadium sword battles. Bananas attack she wolves in sabbath day huckster wrong doing.

Why Are We Here?

We’re here to make,

And bake and create.

We’re here to move,

And soothe and groove.

We’re here to love

Everyone.

We’re here to have fun,

To play and run.

We’re here to make

Something out of nothing.

We’re here to create

Meaning.

We’re here to make

A mess.

We’re here to be a mess.

We’re here to be.