An Oxymoron
Randomness thought out.
‘Ello! If I am lucky, you are an original seedling here in theGarden and you may remember that with each new year I choose a word to guide my year. No worries if you are a new blossom because I will catch you up to the harvesting ‘round here!! Y’all
Magic Create Isn’t a command Magic lends no hand Ahem Paint She flicks her wrist Without a brush is only a wish She double-checks her circling motion Curious if it was a mistake she opt-out of concocting a potion Ahem This time tapping her foot Create She demands Nothing but