Last night I dreamt of a twilight place
Where book lined shelves held empty space.
A withering tree stood tall in grace,
Reaching up to the sky through a ceiling break.
As the light came in and illuminated this scene, the call of a blue bird resounded and it's song was sweet to all that had seen.
Be strong my children it seemed to say, tomorrow is coming to rescue today. As the fresh air of fall caressed the room, both summer and winter joined into the tune.
They all sang together and the light did ignite to conjure up energies long held tight. A beautiful moment in time and with grace brought the springtime of wisdom to live in this place.
Stand tall my children and follow the sun, the call of the blue bird will guide you to one. Be one with nature, be one with the sun. Be one with each other and tomorrow will be won.
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