~ the Wayward Hopes Emotion ~

~ Freedom is found and so rests in measure and solely and alone upon the given surrender, the one compleate abandon to be found within the open heart of the broken, will, as as well so pure yes, as well it is a true devotion, one given the sight, and the mind to dream, to take a jaunt upon the merry winds of chance, for it is the one given of this the Fathers foremost desire and one moving in way of the one wayward hopes emotion, the grace, one born of chance, and granted for all and so hence it is so intended to be one, an adaptation alive, so as well and thriving, well within the heart of a child, to be alone and swept away, alive and wandering free, tossed about and around on the many winds of peace and so away goes the one the one gentle chipper leaf, sent adrift, and amid the fall, apart from the day in way of the gentle warmth one shown to him in the beauty of his ever fonder youth, as when to look upon that day just as he was then one quickened in the spring now his spirit wandering is found recalling the scene, as now he is a love one taken aloft the care and gentle notions and aloof the hearty welcome of the breeze, a ways apart from the one the one so tender, the ever tender timber tree. As Father love for him will sew a new place in His heart as well so alone and in way for him, one, a perfect home. As I have been the one to be so granted the eyes to see. For this graceful dance, of this peaceful heart knows that freedom, freedom never falls far, far from the breadth of the tree. ~