We all fear the dark
We too often forget to look for dark that reflects.

We hide in the veil of the light, and forget to look for what lurks there as well.

Be wary of the dark, and fear what hides in the light.

What is snow
Flakes of frozen precipitation
A blanket of winter's grasp
Holding you with its icy grips.

Or is it simply reminders
Reminders that no matter how many people there are
We are all unique
And free.

Snow flakes remind us
of what it means to be human
Always Different
Ever changing
Always moving
hurting others when we all gather up at once
Covering our tracks everyday
sometimes doing a good job of it.

Once we compare ourself to nature,
we soon realize how much we really aren't different at all,
How insignificant in the vast universe,
Why is it so hard for some of us to grasp?

We are all our own little snow flake.

Laying down in the forest,
Surrounded by pines,
Oaks,
Willows.

Listening to the symphony of endless music,
Either eyes close to listen,
Or drowning in the vastness of big blue up high,
My mind drifting away like the clouds she holds

A dark smell fills the air,
Of ash and heat and wood,
My hair begins to feel hot,
Even covered in shadow.

Around me I'm surrounded,
Not by men or myr,
Not by evil or good
But life, it's giver and taker.

The heat surrounds me,
I open my eyes,
And I see what once was a forest,
Now lies a field of the dead.

Worry not,
Because every thing dead,
Brings opportunity for the living to come,
Renewed the forest will be.

The sea
Old big blue,
Teeming with nature
And full of fish.

Fish...
Fish...
Fish...
Fish.

You cut it,
You cook it,
You dress it,
You eat it.

Some of us however
Prefer to skip the second step
Without it cooked
We preserve its all natural beauty.

Weeds
Weeds are all over
In the ground
In ole blue.

In ole blue,
We take it out
We shape it
We mold it
We make it our own.

For the sea gives us,
The greatest treasure,
The ability to make something so simple,
And yet so beautiful.

The flavor,
Nothing compares,
Healthy
Pure
Simple

How could something be perfect
So pristine
When perfect doesn't exist,
It can be sushi.