Rock-a-bye Bonnie on the tree top
When the wind howls, the cradle will stop
When the bow breaks, the cradle will float
And up will stay Bonnie, Look at her gloat!

In a minute, guess what’s in it?
In an hour, can you see the power?
Just a second, what has met it?
Time so slowly passes, there’s laughter in the gases!

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
Why would you want to scold her?
As the moment comes and goes
Feel the sun upon your toes

At last it comes to wake you
Or maybe shake, rattle and take you
Into another dimension
Try not to think of the tension

Spit upon a summer’s dew
And take up wing of bird that flew
Make way with spread and head held high
Command your brain that you can fly!

Rising higher than those stuck in it
Bird’s eye view with things mixed in it
Changes make and we create
Feet land in mud to claim thy stake

Whatever they say, whatever they do
Make sure they hear your half of it too
Water under the bridge has made amends
The flow of it may never know no ends

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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