An idea, it's a beautiful thing.
It starts with a dream.
Neurons' fire creates a chemical thing;
From it rays wrap and string.
Nurtured spark and warming light spring.
With loving care angels sing.
An idea, it's a beautiful thing.
An idea, it's a heavy thing.
It starts with a scream.
Neurons' fire creates a toxic thing;
From it tendrils bind and sting.
Neglected spark and seeping darkness bring.
With hateful sorrow demons scream.
An idea, it's a heavy thing.
A simple whim from deep within,
And angels hold us tight.
Just the same, should darkness reign,
Then demons bring us plight.
An idea, it's a simple thing
What can yours bring?
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Thank you Isaac, for sharing this beautiful poem! How very true, an idea can be a simple or heavy thing. Many times we neglect them only to discover others took actions, but when we nurture them bring spark and warming light spring. With loving care angels sing.