make it work
make it happen
take what you've got
use what your given

turn something old
into something new
but whatever it is
make it you

don't give up
work long hours
remember that you
have all the power

the pain is hard
i won't lie
sometimes all you
can do is cry

but you pick yourself up
get back on your feet
because you know
that you cannot be beat

in the end know
you'll be proud
flaunt your finished product
don't be afraid to be loud

a songbird sipping
from a newly formed puddle
ripples travel on

the pitter-patter
of raindrops hitting windows
lulls me into sleep

people call me danger.

they say it with bile in their throats
and venom on their tongues.
they hurl it at me,
hoping it will leave me a mark,
but it never does.

people call me danger as an insult,
but i take it as a compliment.
danger awakes you
and excites you.
danger makes you feel something again.

i'm glad that i am capable of doing that to people.

if you remove danger from life,
what more is left than only a mundane existence?

we remember moments of danger for the entirety of our lives.
the moments we spend scared are the ones that stick with us.

i walk down the hall with danger written on my back,
making the hearts of those around me beat faster and faster.
it gives me a sense of power,
a confidence of sorts.

fear is my ally,
not my enemy.

so you can call me danger all you want,
i won't object.

a young fox nestled
beneath its mother's red tail
sleeps soundly once more

just stop.

stop right where you are
and drop everything you are doing.
pause to breathe.

close your eyes,
count to ten,
and let it all sink in.

in this busy world of ours we never take a second to slow down and marvel at it all.

everything is newer, better, stronger,
faster.

what's wrong with taking your time?

humanity has come so far,
but we often forget to look closely at the natural wonders of our earth.

the fauna,
and flora,
and everything in between.
it's a precious gift that must be protected.

take a moment to reflect on all that there is in life,
and breathe.

just stop.

a small dew droplet
sits atop a bright green leaf
morning air is a gift