Whatever energy I can muster at this point, the hour of 11
A delight of love is a simple winged creature with the power of 7 (hahaha)
Feel it flutter inside as the doors of creation open freely
to form a new dawn of new thoughts the storm is pawned for clarity.

Look inward, but look closer it's the horizon of rose & wine
red at the core, but soft as the heart - with beauty traveling the spine
invoke it, call it, smile with it or cry... each emotion you leave at this point
is worth but a thousand of mine.

With all the elements gathered in this group a fortress of white energy
so simply deemed the endlessness in discussion of the 'energy charity'
Give it, give it wholly if you can or give it not, still feel ascension
this is all I can offer though it won't stop the giving of positive expansion.

A bow of sincere hope that all who read this are filled to the peak of 1000 petals with whatever their wish might be.

*dances in petals gleefully*

Beautiful