I cannot get the shape to fit, what am I doing wrong?
I press and push to no avail, it will not yield my touch.
Ponder, question, wonder why, how to bend the form to will?
It is not the shapes, my child, that need to change
They are set in shape and stone.
Take what you have, the clay and sand – and work the world around
Thoughts and hearts, minds and cares, and see the change abound.
One small piece, one at a time, build on solid ground.
And then one day, you will see, you will find –
The shapes all fit and beauty has been
I am wonderful, I am and you?
I wish your day is bright and blue
Filled with butterflies
And dreams come true
I am wonderful! I am, and you?
Out of dust
Full of glamour
We live in a world
Where roses abound
Surrounded by beauty
Is an explosion of color!
A flower for a day
Beauty on display
A few moments of life
‘Til time carries it away
Forming, flowering, falling