Written by Lynn Marie Allen
I have a confession, and you may have noticed it. I may be a little obsessed with these vertical city creations! So… in addition to the usual lineup of history mysteries, poetry about my muse, Mo Aer! Plan to hear more about other nature-inspired vertical cities and get off your ass and grab your magic ramblings!
Roses are red, as are each of our hearts
color the world, silly
we can share the magic that each of us possess
when you begin to realize EACH and EVERY ONE of US is
NO MORE or LESS
with our own personal version of glitter and sparkle
and shades of all your favorites, while mine are
pinks, purples, blues, and always green
inspired by dreams and cotton candy clouds
Violets are sometimes blue,
just like the blood that flows in each of our veins
we only separate and divide ourselves by our thoughts and actions
be a better human
and choose a better world
we all only get one shot at this
and the world is a magical, wonderful, beautiful place
when you realize it all begins with YOU!
Forest of Words 