"A happy being in a field of green
Danced and twirled, a sight unseen
With each step, a new sensation
A world of wonder, a sweet liberation

It tasted fruits it never knew
And saw colors of a different hue
It heard the whispers of the trees
And felt the tickle of the breeze

The being marveled at the unfamiliar
Thrilled by the world, it grew ever clearer
It laughed and smiled with each new find
A joyous soul, an open mind

And it was wandering around ever since
Embracing each moment, without any wince
For every experience, a treasure to behold
A happy being, free and bold."

mental insecurity

Filter (Robots In Space)

Lucid

Resonate

But as it walked, a sudden shift occurred
The world around it suddenly blurred
And the being found itself in a place unknown
A strange realm, where it stood alone

It felt a chill, a sense of unease
This place, it seemed, was not at ease
The air was thick, and the light was dim
It wondered if it was trapped within

This was the Limbo, a place of in-between
A world of confusion, a place unseen
The being felt lost, without a way out
In this strange realm, with its endless bout

Limbus

Alone but happy, wandering free,
This being roams, with no company.
But in this solitude, there's joy to be found,
Peaceful thoughts and a heart unbound.

Amidst this journey, a sight appears,
A flower of plastic, in a world unclear.
Its petals never wilt, its color never fades,
A symbol of endurance, in a world of shades.

The being stops and gazes in wonder,
At this flower, that will never sunder.
In a world where everything is transient,
This plastic flower is ever-present.

Its value, perhaps, is not in its bloom,
But in the message it sends, from room to room.
Of endurance, of resilience, of strength and might,
Of holding on to what is true and right.

And so the being smiles and moves on,
With thoughts of hope, and a heart full of song.
For in this plastic flower, they see,
A reminder to be strong and free.

plastikblume

"And with every step it grew more wise
Seeing the world through curious eyes
Learning new things with each passing day
Finding its own unique way

It found joy in the little things
The songs of birds and the flutter of wings
The rustle of leaves and the buzz of bees
The way the sun danced through the trees

And it was wandering around ever since
Filled with love and sweet innocence
With a soul that glows with a vibrant light
A happy being, shining bright."

𝓕𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 𝓗𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓼