Her soul escaped into a garden,
Where the tree of life surrounded her,
Blocking all the noise from the outside world,
Allowing her passion to curl.
She scattered her thoughts around,
And emptied her mind.
Slowly she could feel the transformation,
Into a being
Where she and she meets,
Where the only language was love.
It’s a new moon or maybe a new sun,
To which we rise up as a new being.
They say if you are a fish and flying you are in vain,
But everything is possible in your brain
I got the paddle to narrate the beauty.
The beauty that our mind holds,
And the landscape that reflects our wildest imaginations.
You thought she was lost, but she just found herse...