My eyes still joyfully
Drink the hills of this land,
Thirst quenched
Smiling
As spirits dance
Across water and sand.

Today's the day
The teddy bears have their picnic,
They frolic and dance
Oh so free, oh so fantastic.

My mind wanders
Savoring man's contradictions
Tongue rolling over those hills with a dialectic force,
Time, untouched by origami hands
Continue
The unfolding of a cosmic discourse.

If you go down to the woods today,
Be ready for a fight
All the bears have puppets
Instructed to dampen insight.
Their strings still attached
They do not suffer any foot to be moved.

Ptolemy's laughing beyond grave
There'll be neither slumber nor sleep
While this positional quandary we keep

Today's the day
The teddy bears have their picnic,
They frolic and dance
Oh so free, oh so fantastic.

The Lord is their keeper
The Lord is their shade while they play
The sun shall not smite them
By the day while bright
Nor shall the moon will harm them
In darkness by night.

Of all creatures, our species
Demand to have their alters
No sun shall scorch, no moon shall harm,
Gift wrapped paper thin
Dictated, love dedicated charm

As each day comes to an end
All the bears, they bid adieu,
Their confident conviction
In the preservation
Of their fuzzy souls,
Continues to see them through.

From each new magenta sunrise
To glorious golden sunset
The Teddy bears plan their picnic

(inspired by "Teddy bears picnic" and
psalms 121)






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