The Vision
It started a long time ago,
The Vision.
I was in the moment
When the blur
Became my happiness,
When the animals
Became my joy.
Just now I saw
Before my eyes
My breath of life.
As full as thoughts itself,
Busy BUZZING!!!
Over all the joy and love animals can cover.
My health, their feelings
I intent to change minds over death.
By that I grow strong like caring
Head over heels for…..
The Vision.
The vet…. The med…. The WORLD….
All I will fulfill,
The vision will become no more.
It would be real as my responsibility to live.
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