Bipolar Bear And The Dance Of Daffodils

I wandered lonely as a bear

That floats on high o’er vales and hills,

When all at once I saw a crowd,

A host, of golden daffodils;

Beside the lake, beneath the trees,

Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

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Bipolar Bear, in joy and strife,

His heart a vessel of extremes,

Found solace in the vibrant life,

Amidst these sun-kissed, floral dreams.

His mood would sway like petals dance,

In radiant bloom, a fleeting glance.

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The waves beside them danced; but they

Outdid the sparkling waves in glee:

A poet could not but be gay,

In such a jocund company:

I gazed—but little thought

What wealth the show to me had brought:

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For oft, when on my couch I lie

In vacant or in pensive mood,

They flash upon that inward eye

Which is the bliss of solitude;

And then my heart with pleasure fills,

And dances with the daffodils.

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And thus, Bipolar Bear did find,

In nature’s arms, a refuge sweet,

Where life’s unyielding, stormy grind,

Could soften ‘neath the flowers’ feat.

His soul, embraced by beauty’s balm,

Found peace and solace, love’s warm calm.

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Bipolar Bear Amidst The Daffodils