This Rustic Heart Beating Strong
The rustic heart; too divine in this time, so long gone; turn around my friends.
What we know now; and we could live so simply, we carry the knowledge of humanity.
We’ve been tricked into a washed abyss; see to it be set in stone, for it be too blissful of an ignorance to leave.
But to see with the naked eye through a sense of delusion; stare above the timberline with me, for in its wonders we question existence.
The inspirations of this land pulsate through your veins; your heart has been absorbed in the truest of endeared spirits.
Be it your brush or quill; your heart wants to speak to this world, and blank canvases are filled in enlightened majesty.
So let it be heard, my rustic heart loves this Earth.