I’d like you to imagine, a cage rapped in a feeling of bad on a frozen morning sunk to the bottom of the great big deep ocean.

I’d like you to hold, a feeling you’ve never felt before that cage has to  burst open with a gust of joy.

I’d like you to call, the cage your cage yours and its amazing gust of joy to come all nearby.

1)Can your gust of joy play on the swings with you?

2)Can your joy ever get lost?

3)Does your joy ever remember the ocean?