Shaking out the fabrics of reality like dusty cloths
With blue light from my finger
My energy becomes the thread
My force becomes the needle
For this is a blanket I’m sowing
My reality
Im sowing my seeds
For when the sun shines upon them
My harvest will come to fruition
Flowers will be blooming
The bees will be buzzing
The humming birds will be singing
For I am the creator
I am the light
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