Whimsy

Whimsy was a state of mind
Whimsy got left behind,
It was like good and evil, only better
Whimsy brought the world together

It was painted within the written word
Strung itself in everything heard
Wove around the art of dance
And at every instance drove to enhance

But as I claimed, it was left behind
Replaced by an analytical kind
Its only presence was trapped in text
Where it beat its bindings, desperate and vexed

It was a forgotten key that drove us on
Gave color to the rising dawn
Now the world looks on for aid,
Only just realizing the price it had paid

Without the whimsy, the disease only grew
Caused a tempest to violently brew
But acknowledge the whimsy of your own mind
And within your life, yourself you’ll  find

Whimsy is a state of play
That races the heart towards the child’s way
Embrace the laugh, embrace the smile
And life will slowly enrich and beguile