The Dance.

 Wild shadowed phantoms of the mind
 floating amid cries of despair.
 Hearken the soulful call, for the guardian’s song.
Long Lost through the tales of time.
A song of heart, the song of life, created for all souls to sing
in harmony with angels, keepers of the word, spreading vibrations of balance,
awakening that of nature's core, that all be nurtured equally,
that the dance, becomes one of love.

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Lead me to the heart beats call
Where joy of life be found.
Where the essence of creation shows her hand
that paradise be unfurled.
Revealing the sweetest sound of nature’s call,
enveloping all seeds as one
that with transcendent awe, all shall grow
to be nurtured equally,
and life’s dance becomes one of love.
 
Tis here beneath sun and moon
That rainbows shall caress the earth
and phantom shadows of deep despair
shall be lifted from the darkness
That light shall shine from each direction
bringing music from above.
so, all of nature be nurtured equally
and in paradise get to dance
natures dance of love.
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