What If in Guermonprez’s World?
What if old Guermonprez whispered to you, And told of his travels, his tales, and his view? What if his beetles, his fossils, his finds, Could whisper their secrets and open your mind? What if his butterflies fluttered at night, Dancing through moonbeams, a marvelous sight? What if his shells held the songs of the sea, And whispered their stories to you and to me? What if his feathers were notes from the past, From birds that once soared—oh, way up so fast? What if his fossils still dreamed of the days, When great beasts would thunder through wild, roaring waves? What if his journals, so tattered and old, Still held lost adventures, still waiting to be told? What if you found them, and followed his map, Through forests and valleys, with hat, coat, and trap? What if you were the next to explore, To seek out the wonders still left to restore? For Seekers like you—curious, bold— Keep writing the stories still waiting untold! So go on, go forward, ask what if? today— For Guermonprez’s world is not far away! |
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