one last bit of hope we never let go of keeping us going keeping us alive when we have nothing else when everything else is lost all the power we need to rise above all
used to a frenetic life always on the move always getting things done barely enough rest barely enough fun but accidents happen speed bumps force us to slow down and give us time to think to evaluate to rest allowing us to speed up again later without going over the speed limit
one last bit of hope we never let go of keeping us going keeping us alive when we have nothing else when everything else is lost all the power we need to rise above all
used to a frenetic life always on the move always getting things done barely enough rest barely enough fun but accidents happen speed bumps force us to slow down and give us time to think to evaluate to rest allowing us to speed up again later without going over the speed limit
Pasty white snow flakes drift gently toward the ground I catch one in my hand It is so small, beautiful and frail it begins to melt the moment I touch it Then it is gone Forever A transient gem, a fleeting whisper, Dissolving on my skin, a moment's warmth. Its existence, brief as a breath, Vanishes, leaving only a damp trace I think to myself that’s all there is! Just a series of fragile moments That will never again return or ever be the same I stand in contemplation, Realizing the brevity of beauty. Life is but a sequence of such delicate instants, Gone before we grasp their true meaning. They slip away, never to be reclaimed, Each unique, like snowflakes in the wind. The sky deepens to a regal indigo, As the moon drifts, a solitary voyager. A moment of stillness envelops the world, An invitation to set aside the day's burdens, to simply relax, just be. The twinkling stardust enchants the night. It entices dreamers and lovers alike to gaze upward, to lose themselves in the
When I was young in the land of the free My family lived by an old forest Part of the Mormon trail When I had the chance I would explore it Feasting on delicious wild blackberries My body lean, tanned, and strong Barefoot running on the earth Hardened calluses impervious to thorns I would run and leap like a wild animal Moving so fast my feet were a blur Young heart beating fast, filled with life Climbing trees to the highest branches Absorbing the sun through my skin Transmuting its energy into my spirit Oh, where are you my wild child? Hidden by civilization's thin veneer? Would you run with me once again? On the day of our rebirth? My wounded heart is still your own...