BondEBarbra

Here, we do not only celebrate one new year Every day is a new day to start anew But also any way to celebrate something new, Customary to someone other than you, Is no less splendatory Having a sense of belonging to the history of man The richness of humanity, our ever evolving understanding of creation Tied in every way to the center of what it means to have loved -- been loved Here, we are a nation of many colors, iridescent Stitched with Red White and Blue, the common threads uniting us Residing on a land people have traveled to and through for centuries A place with a people as diverse as the vegetation, much also having been brought We the People, a sustaining sustenance, stewards Native to this land or not, we have shared in the weaving and the weeping We have built and spilt, sacrificed and endured, We have held on to our dream...

Trusting you feels like freedom Like running through an open field of perfectly cut bright green grass Covered in wild flowers With Thumper and Bambi racing alongside  Under a brilliantly blue sky  Without clouds or rain or shade  Free like the slight breeze, babbling brooke, and robins singing in the trees Trusting you feels like freedom Like sauntering down a well lit gravel street Under a harvest moon and infinte stars in the sky  With dogs barking in the distance while thier owners play fetch and wrestle before bedtime Where owls are perched high, hunting for pray and calling out for thier mate Free like the multicolored dragfly -- beautiful and bold, resilient and in flight Trusting you feels like freedom Like wandering through an endless library with every book in any language ever spoke Like a warm fireplace, A hot cup of chocolate, with marshmallows, An oversized chair in which we both could fit and a blanket that always keeps the temperature just right Where...