(c) Cheryl Lynne Bradley 2002
Older than time,
More complex than mind
You much prefer
More order to rhyme.
"They" think is comes so easy,
Don't worry what "they" think,
Talent is your precious gift
A nectar for the soul to drink.
You dance on rings of Saturn,
Circles of magic formed long ago.
Don't choose only one direction
When you have so many more to go.
But then, only you know how many rings
There really are around Saturn anyway.
This page was created on November 13, 2002.