Gently I float along; adrift in an endless sky.
I feel the open expanse surround me.
I’ve lost the connection with my home; my gentle creator,
Now I’m alone, with no power of will,
Just floating adrift.

As I feel the strength of the wind,
I emerge into another element.
This is soft and soothing, an embracing parent,
Carrying me slowly, along its watery flow,
Just floating softly.

As I begin to feel the water’s grace,
I wash up onto another element.
This is hard and reassuring,
I am no longer moving; instead I am still,
Just so still.

Finally I feel a gentle combining,
As of a merging of elements.
Silky water on one side,
Earthy ground on the other,
And flowing air above.
Blissful peace envelops me,
And I sleep.

I live in a place of stifling despair,
Where joy and harmony is becoming rare.
This place is riddled with war and crime,
And I’m struggling to find the upward climb.

One day I set out for an evening walk,
And in the blackened sky, I spied a hawk.
I followed it as it circled down,
Beyond a hill with a greenish crown.
I’d never seen that ridge before,
Or beyond it where now the hawk did soar.
I decided upon that very spot,
That whatever I did and whatever I got.
I’d follow that bird until I dropped,
So I walked and walked ‘til the mountain I topped

I peeked over the edge and saw below,
A rapid river with a powerful flow.
I was just about to turn around,
When suddenly my feet just left the ground.
I felt myself falling through the air,
‘Til I hit the flowing river there.
The hawk that had pushed me flew ahead,
And when I came on land, all despair had fled.
The land was lush and green and good,
I drank of the joy; as much as I could.
I now had found a better way,
And forever on, this is where I’d stay.

The voice of reason speaks to me,
It tells me what else I could be.
It shows me that a better life,
Has much more love, and much less strife.

As simple as that line may sound,
Life’s much more different I have found.
The world is not just black and white,
To live your dreams you’ll have to fight.

There will be sacrifices made,
There will be prices to be paid.
But all the efforts that you exert,
Into rewards they will convert.

Life is an incredibly short event,
So make yours shine as time well spent.
Don’t let life fall to laziness,
Instead just take control and spring success.

Our world is but a grain  of sand,
A grain of sand in an endless beach of worlds.
Stretching forever, along a rippling sea,
An infinite expanse of energy.

Beside this beach, unseen and hidden,
Obscured from our dimension,
Lie endless amounts of shifting sand.
Shifting sand and water grand.

Some are different, varied realms,
But all are vast and endless planes.
Planes with unique laws and rules,
As different as are cats and mules.

Our universe is but a single speck,
A tiny dot in the vast unknown.
And yet this earth is hardly spent,
For it it has life, significant

I wish to fly free,
Like the soaring birds,
To let out the emotions within me.
I speak of shallow thoughts,
Those that gather like a flock
In the center of my head.
It is the flow within our world
That deep feelings are pushed aside.
I guess anything is possible.
  
I wish to roam free,
Like the majestic beasts.
To bring out the creations within me,
To imagine worlds unflawed,
And maybe one day go there,
To that place of true joy.
I yearn for a believing race,
One, which believes a great truth,
That anything is possible.
  
However, something can change.
There is always change.
We can wake up and realize,
Our ways are not always best.
We can change.
After all, anything is possible.

Oh great and vibrant tree,
Ten times as strong as me.
I yearn to see the sight,
Of your unbridled might.

Above the striving plants,
That live the life of chance,
They struggle in your shade,
Beneath your leafy glade.

You bask in glowing sun,
In stature you’re the one.
“For sure you are the best,”
The plant world has confessed.

Oh great and vibrant tree,
You are the king I see.
I long to be like you,
And glimpse the world you view

I sit down bored and twiddle my thumb.
I need to focus but my mind is numb.
What should I do besides just wait?
I need to write but I can’t think straight.

This is stupid; I want to be done!
Isn't homework supposed to be fun?
I have to say what I did tonight,
But I’m no good at writing, oh what a plight!

Well I better get thinking and start on it.
It won’t get finished if I just stay and sit.
Oh wait, I’ve finished I’ve got it won!
It seems by just moping, I got it done!

I’m finished with homework, I’ve done it all!
And the best part is I did it by trying to stall!