The Heart Wants What It Wants -

We Never Know How High We Are Till We Are Called To Rise. Then If We Are True To Form Our Statures Touch The Skies.

To Make A Prairie It Takes A Clover And One Bee, One Clover, And A Bee, And Revery. The Revery Alone Will Do, If Bees Are Few.

No Ladder Needs The Bird But Skies To Situate Its Wings, Nor Any Leaders Grim Baton Arraigns It As It Sings.

Portrait The World Spreads Out On Either Side No Farther Than The Heart Is Wide.

Hold Dear To Your Parents For It Is A Scary And Confusing World Without Them.