The birds chirpings so aesthetic, it rang sweet melodies so peaceful. So I’ll be greatful for the same aesthetic Sunshines that comes with it; the butterfly flew closely and I swear I felt, Ritz blew past and whooshes by. The ducks and geese flew down and dashes themselves in the lake while they quacks their strange sounds. Suddenly my mind rushes to a farm, then the thought of a pig had form. With everything that Ritz offer to breath, seems so small but ordered tall. The tree that queeks when talking a lot and bad about someone.
Wishes became large without any inspiration but yet still the journey still pushes and life said “Carry-on.” Suitcase were used but still I needed a Adidas backpack or shashell for a “Carry-on.” Words like ‘mere. ‘ Took me back to Golden Ages(GA) of days: ” Row, row, row, your boat gentle down the stream. Merely, merely, merely, life is but a dream.” Life, “Carry-on” – many can’t heal scars plus some not to talk about ones. But in the ending we all do talk about these scars because mentally it’s holding us back from reaching very, very, very, far What would My Father say? “Carry-on” says Thy Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ. Said. “Amen!!” If I was to rewrite another mission statement, it would say: ” I Rose, started the ambiance sincerely to ambianoes through learnedness and still is *Exousia*
