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The Golden Ladder

Songbird, play me a tune. What would you like to hear? Tell me how you grace a worm. Well, seeing as you have no fun, in that which you do not run from; afraid to leave a job undone, leaving without supervision: You're melancholy, so to speak: from your head, down to your feet. When innocence is bold to me, I comply egregiously. My name is not nefarious, nor spiteful, proud, or pixidust. Your type is rare, so be aware of beauty here, for you to bear. You think in perfect harmony, as product of adversity. You know no grief or floating leaf. You know no animosity. Your not as beautiful as me- you walking, talking, dictionary. Here's some truth you do not need. But maybe you can now believe; in colors glorious of gold, avenues to now be told. There's treasured life found from above, which witnessed god in you as love. Those floating wings of servitude, Are angels watching over you. There's no preclude in what to do. Just know the sky is always blue. As for the worms, we start by prying there to greet us when arriving. Just to be clear, we dont mind minding, finding there what God has hiding. Nature really does describe, as giving way to nice surprise. We do not try to compromise in things that lend out in disguise. We're animals of God's green Earth, since introduction. Hence pure birth. Were pretty different, you and I. This? Our way of saying hi. You wondered what I'd have to say, believing in simplicity And things unlike what you hold dear, Are nature's bliss from far and near. Just like the trees survive in breeze: Our nature is but what you see. A part of life, when thunder sounds: showing us a place to ground, Among our trees, we plot with ease. In green like all things, as we've seen. And godli creatures, in their strife, demonstrate this sacred ease. They're indisputable in life, from which they never will concede. So who am I to disagree, with everlasting things i see. I love them as i'll always be, in between amounts of green. Your answer does come naturally- Perception of our tendency; To just agree and aim to please, for that which comes so naturally!

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