Sleep,
Dream,
Wake
unto
a dreary, dated room.
Bright stripes,
skylights
coating and bathing it with
flashiness barely disguising
the real image.

Travel is constant. People never stop moving and going places. You keep going, you never stop. Slow down. Pace it out. Life flows like a river with no end, sweeping you up in its current. It turns and churns. Swallowing up and spitting people out in the worst of ways. Slow your waters and calm your motions. Life moves at its pace and you move at yours. Don't speed, slow down, things will be fine.

Rain trapping souls in cold
like captives.

No sunlight escapes.
It's sealed away by the clouds.

The small malicious drops
never ceasing.

Their goal is to take the day for rain.
Hostages of their own work.

Their only job is to
keep on falling.

I am nature's manifestation
I exist only for its purpose
To do its bidding and command.

I am a starless night
A misty magic morning
Gleaming until the night comes calling again.

I am Mother Nature's cry
Her young child upon the earth
I am hers forever.

Frost crackling on the side window
showing how the cold of winter's kiss
has come to claim its mate.

The sky is on fire.
Burning with the fragility of a million years.
It sparkles beneath the flames, casting an ocher glow over all.

Heat floats down in clouds of muggy mist.
They burst, filling the air with warmth.
It drowns the body with searing pressure.

The fire's radiance is alarming.
Its picturesque beauty stings eyes with tears.
But then, the sun settles and the night sky calms the flames.