Of uncharted flora
dwells the outpouring
of souls left to wander.
Yet live, truly live
the poetry and works
Of those without whom
I would have no salvation
My Friends. . . . . . . .
If you're a liar come in,
If you're a wisher, a prayer come in, come in,
If you're a hoper, a prayer,
a dreamer, a liar,
a magic bean buyer,
If you have imagination come in,
And sit by my fire, we have flaxen gold
tales to spin. ~By: Shel Silverstien
