Once upon a time, a Gypsy of the land came across a mystical forest. The colors of the leaves more vivid than her dreams. Driven with excitment the wanderer began her journey down the path of natural wonder.
Looking around Gypsy realized her existence, her importance, her energy. Such glorious visions surrounded her being. She began to feel apart of a larger realm. An infinite expansion. Gypsy understood the roots below the ground, as she could feel the strength through her toes. As Gypsy looked above, she understood the wisdom of the trees; the light they absorb and the shadow they bleed.
Continuing her adventure, she had an epiphany about the methaphoric stories of change. All living species under our sun go through cycles of life. We experience ourselves grow. The Gypsy stood before the glorious orange tree and raised her hands parallel with her shoulders.
"The balance of growth lies between the art of change. To let go of the old in order to create a new. A cycle of acceptance for what was, and an excitment for what will be. That is the way of this world. We all must let go of certain aspects of our lives in order to blossom." Claimed the Gypsy.
As Gypsy's adventure continued she came across a diverse arrangment of individuality.
"The clocks of individuality maintain our diversity, our personality, and our unqiueness". Gypsy stated.
Further down the path of wonder, Gypsy reached a place of serenity. Nature's chamber of wisdom. Gypsy, feeling the stretching infinite energies, started to dance a free spirited dance with elegant expression. Her arms moving with the depth of the wind. Her torso slithering in motions equivalent to a snake.The rhythm of her mind gliding with dexterity to the energies of nature. Such passion, unity, and open-mindedness consumed Gypsy's heart and soul. Extensive rhythm of her body, moving to the music of nature. Exhausted, Gypsy fell to the ground, face towards the infinite sky. Her heart beating simultaneously with the Earth's. Gypsy felt more free than she ever had before. She felt the Earth guide her spirit to understand the inifite ways within this world. As she layed on the ground, her soul was lifted by the invisible hands of the wisest trees. Gypsy still feeling her senses in her body, watched as her soul was being lifted beyond the frequencies of reality. Her ghostly transparent soul soared into the air, above the bleeding shadows of the trees.
Beyond the heavens she reached. To another universe Gypsy seeked.
