#so live

And then they get older, and yeah, they remember it, but they're too old for imaginary worlds. And then, the imagination gets passed in to a new group of little ones, little siblings and children, who are told tales and stories, who see new shapes and make new squiggles, who think that bees are cute and sometimes animals are scary. They see pretty in different things, too. Sometimes they like swimming, sometimes they like to float in cotton candy clouds. Some of them are scared of that, and thats fine, too!

And then they get too old, too. And the loop continues. New pretties, new scaries. New stars and colors and all of their fun shapes, and their imagination is so big! They can go anywhere there!

rose will wither and wilt, the

eagle will fall from flight, the

wolf will howl her last call, the

beetle will harden and curl.

We are not meant

to last

forever.

As poets of old

so eloquently wrote,

grandparents have shown,

and Lana Del Rey sang

one too many times,