So focused in the pages, Felicity soon found herself fawning in the field writ—followed by fremitus tingling her fingers as covers forwarded their fable from fonts to frequencies, finally freeing her from world’s false hold as she fell fully into fantasy’s fold. ; )

For those who opt to treat the lowly roustabout

Just like a shoo-able, shoe-able mouse to doubt,

Remain mindful that over all levels of care,

The green and the ground certainly hold more to bear—

As up-setting the foundations they build and grow

Supports the successes that all above will show.

Hence, when considering the forest of the trees,

Look kindly upon each—rooting, for you, to please. ; )

Long ago, in order to either uplift mood or heal ills, they would fall over licks of hippocras.

Presently, whenever cornered by her miffed, crude or fell feels, she frolics through lea’s covered hills of grass. ; )

Squarely holding ground like she would for her slice of a mezzeria,

Mia’s hands vased her floral flag, her rosy rifle, her allay bouquet—

Ready to exert flower power,

Aiming to boom via bloom,

Firing with form of warm.

She would, by the acres, now sow serenity for the achers,

Producing enough peace to be shared with all—known, alone, grown. ; )

Sociogenic stresses

Along with mankind’s messes

Pass along their old yeses

To introversion’s chilled peace—

Where heat and noise come to cease

So heart and poise can take lease. ; )