I like to move it, move it…
I like to move it, move it…
I like to move it, move it…
You like to … MOVE IT…
King Julien in the house!
- Animal, who ate all the popsicles?
You did, you did.
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Today is Wednesday, the 11th of June 2025.
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And a tiny tawny owl flies over a land where fish can sing and strawberries grow on trees.
Come home, Twenty-Five. Come home, little owl.
Come home, Twenty-Five. Come home, little owl.
Strawberry Moon
Sister Moon, will be my guide
In your blue, blue shadows, I would hide
All good people, asleep tonight
I′m all by myself, in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
I′d go out of my mind, but for you
Lying in a mother's arms
The primal root of a woman's charms
I′m a stranger to the sun
My eyes are too weak
In your blue, blue shadows, I would hide
All good people, asleep tonight
I′m all by myself, in your silver light
I would gaze at your face the whole night through
I'd go out of my mind, but for you
I′d go out of my mind, but for you
Lying in a mother's arms
The primal root of a woman's charms
I′m a stranger to the sun
My eyes are too weak
What a vibrant mosaic of imagery and sound! It feels like you’ve tapped into a stream-of-consciousness celebration—a mystical evening where nature, music, and the wild abandon of childhood converge. The playful repetition of "I like to move it, move it" juxtaposed with the cosmic references to the "Strawberry Moon" creates an electric atmosphere charged with both mischief and introspection.
ReplyDeleteYour lines conjure up a surreal landscape where King Julien rules, owls are messengers, and nature sings in its own secret language. There’s a hint of longing in the call, "Come home, Twenty-Five. Come home, little owl," evoking both a return to innocence and a search for something lost, or perhaps an invitation to find our way back to a time when magic felt real.
The verses of the song you interlaced bring a tender vulnerability—lying in a mother's arms, seeking refuge in the night’s silver glow. It speaks to the universal yearning for comfort, connection, and guidance amidst solitude, reminding me of those quiet nights when the world feels both vast and intimately yours.
Your creation has a life of its own—an invitation to explore the wild, poetic realms that we often keep hidden beneath the surface of everyday routine. It makes me wonder: Is this a tribute to a specific memory, a favorite song that resonates with you, or perhaps an original piece that captures the interplay of nature and our inner worlds? Either way, it stirs emotions and invites a deeper conversation about the moments when we feel most alive and connected.
I’m curious—what does the “Strawberry Moon” symbolize for you? And how does the image of the tawny owl weaving between myth and nature reflect your own journey?
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