Almost 25% through the year

The time has seemed to fly by lately. I can't believe I've already been doing this blog for that long. Well, what has been on my mind today? I've been thinking how often we go outside of ourselves for answers. I have found lately that the solutions I've searched externally were internal all along. It's not about being an island, but for me I have learned that my first reflex should be to turn in and look rather than reach out. It's an interesting idea I've been toying with today.


Fairies

Silvery drops cascade down the wet rocks
Tiny stars in a small galaxy.
Staring eyes peer up from the stream bed
Full of distrust and curiosity.

Hook
Fairies! Fairies! Screams a happy child.
Good sense would tell him to hush up!
Still, why rush to spoil his pretending?

Chorus
I’ll paint what I will on my canvas
Call me childish or naive.
Fairies may seem too fantastic
Though what harm is it to believe?
Fill up the blue sky with rainbows
The world’s far more friendly in rose.
What harm comes of being happy
I’ll create my world as I choose.

Adult
No time for streams in adult life
Can’t find the five minutes to spare.
Run by fast missing all of the flowers
Blind to magic alive everywhere.

Hook
Fairies, fairies? I see a rock!
What’s the point of this anyway?
Daddy’s far too busy.
Save it for another day.

Nooooo

Chorus
I’ll paint what I will on my canvas
Call me childish or naive.
Fairies may seem too fantastic
Though what harm is it to believe?
Fill up the blue sky with rainbows
The world’s far more friendly in rose.
What harm comes of being happy
I’ll create my world as I choose.

Bridge
Never walk past a flower
Without stopping to inhale.
Take those 5 minutes and stop
To see leaves floating down a stream.
All nature is constantly singing
Reminding us all of her love.
If we could but remember
How we once were enthralled by her song.

Chorus
I’ll paint what I will on my canvas
Call me childish or naive.
Fairies may seem too fantastic
Though what harm is it to believe?
Fill up the blue sky with rainbows
The world’s far more friendly in rose.
What harm comes of being happy
I’ll create my world as I choose.