As I sit waiting patiently,I meditate,
a mind so free.
Drifting,floating way up high,
Channeling,with my minds eye.
Like a flower opens,
and birds begin to sing,
snowflakes fall on mountain tops,
Sat on his throne,a king.
His worldly goods surround him,
within his realms of power,
But at a distance he is small,
just like a tiny flower.
Face to face with spirit,
could give one such a fright.
The power and the glory,
The strength of force and might.
Brandy xxxx
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