with green pastures near
and unexplored realms beyond
one’s imagination soars
Sunlight shines where the sunbeams go
As the mists of time and its echoes flow
Although when serenely floating up on high
Thoughts of views and time just idle by
Posted in response to Eugenia’s weekly prompt, Soaring.
The image isn’t mine. It was uploaded to Pixabay by ‘Tabor’, and Eugenia selected it for this week’s challenge.
The Mansionic Perspective 
“The world’s a nicer place in my beautiful balloon… It wears a nicer face in my beautiful balloon…” 🙂
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…for we can fly… we can fly! 🙂 (and sing and sail along!)
Thanks CM! I haven’t thought of that song for years! 🙂
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If we could float above the earth in magical balloons to places of contentment.
Wonderful thoughts in your beautiful poem, Tom.
Isadora 😎
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Thanks Isadora. We can float wherever we’d like to go to in our mind’s eye… imagination is wonderful for that! 🙂
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Oh yes, our imaginations are treasure troves of adventures. I’m still excavating my imagination. 😎
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Me too… but it’s getting larger.
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This is beautiful, Tom! To be soaring in a beautiful balloon is a place where I would love to be. As you mentioned in your comment, we can float wherever we want in our minds.
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Thanks Eugenia. Happy floating! 🙂
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My pleasure, Tom!
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🙂
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Delightful, Tom!
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Thanks, Chris. 🙂
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