Barely speak their first word let alone walk, yet have prepared the world for them. A watchful eye on their progressing development, their name already lit up before they even know it. No pressure there to be forced into those wishes.
Thought it'll be a battle to fight a way through. For the destination to reach are forgetting they are a lover not a fighter, so have already conquered that land.
Through the skin of their teeth have they made a few changes. By their every word have gradually created bends in how things are achieved. They didn't cut corners they created them to give a more ideal path.
This whirling cesspit may not be for going down into. But, what's already down there to come up again.
Not being fussy of them, they just prefer a certain type of character in a person. Like desiring the ideal one to walk in prepared shoes. Of all the choices there is only a significant other that brings out the fantasies in someone.
In the forest; they have the scene already there like a calling to a place. The words to be spoken from this spiritual place are prepared. From the first word will bring all the local folk to hear. There is just one slight missing detail, that particular individual for whom to speak these words of wisdom.
Song of Solomon Ch.6:V.2 " - My beloved is gone down into his garden, to the beds of spices, to feed in the gardens, and to gather lilies."
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