Like a meadow full of lush blossoms.
A humming bird finding its way back home from a long journey.
An elephant who's family had crossed a dry lagoon a few fifty miles back.
And had traced back where their scents went east towards the grasslands.
The sweet aroma of rosemary in your make shift herb garden on the porch.
The lost tokens you find between the wall and the gray grouted floors of a restaurant arcade.
The sweat grazing off your tiny hands as you try to get the quarter into the bubble gum slot.
The wearisome crease over your great grams forehead as she sees you driving down the street with a permit for the first time.
To all the scrapes and bruises you earned proudly as you master the art of riding your new bike at six.
To the messy hair days and really unbrushed hair and off to school without a care.
The fortunes are meant to be told not kept in your back pocket of your jeans unwanted.
Take a step forward and maybe pay it forward hard with a killer smile.
Soon friends with become a second family and those strangers that you waved to.
Will become great friends who don't give a care on what you look like.
Appearances don't matter unless it matters to you.
If it does then don't worry be happy.
Your fortune's safe with me.
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