After reading of the ancient Greeks and Romans, the people of the Middle Ages, leading up to the people of today's time, I have come to the realization, tis not what this world has become that should be shamed upon men, tis what is was, is, and always will be.

the scent of fresh green grass
overwhelming the chilled air
the branches of the maple tree swayed
as if there was nothing to worry about
but the present time in the now
the rays of sun beamed
down upon the silent earth
the fall colors hued their surroundings
reminding any living thing
of this world's true beauty
as a deer padded silently
it ventured boldly into the clearing
the earth seemed to come
to a stand-still in complete awe
its soft dark brown eyes
so gentle
so fragile
yet strong
bold
fearless
The only thing destracting the world
of the sheer beauty
was a small sparrow
singing a soft tune
sadly, it takes something like this
to prove this world's beauty
Tis like a pare of glassed
these frames provise a view
of the world as we know it
suggested to different people
sadly enough
many people have been presented
with the wrong frames
they are distorted
by societie's cruel tools
to see the bad in this world
to see the hurt
the pain
the death
and the hate
yet some people are given frames
that see the good in this world
that see the beauty
the love
the peace
the passion
what I say to you now
should always be rememberd
stya close to these people
so next time you look
at the beautiful world
you will see the good
for life is too short
to dwell on the little things
that simply can't change
when you can live out
the big things that can.

Her soft, gentle eyes looked down passionately upon me. Her face was white as snow as her soft lips smiled welcoming me. Her long white silk dress flowed down her back just glazing softly over the floor. Everything around her seemed to glow as she passed by. A pare of immense white feathered wings showed behind her. The gorgeous pearl white feathers layed neatly over-lapping eachother. It was impossible not to tear up at the sheer beauty. Her voice was the most soothing sound my ears had allowed to let in. Her speech was flawless as her words flowed flawlessly and effortlessly. It was clear as day, she was nothing less of an angel.

I was sittig down at my desk finishing off the day's work. My brain was almost incapable of functioning any longer. My head was ringing with words and numbers as I attempted to focus on th task at hand. Lifting up my head to gaze out my window, a little sparrow sitting on my windowsill caught my eye. As my gaze focussed, the small, fragile bird tilted its head at me. I smiled at the little bird as it hopped a little closer and sang a few notes. As it looked at me one last time, it spread it's wings and flew off. Looking back down at my work with new encouragement, I continued as the night went on thinking of the sparrow in my window.

His intense yet soft brown eyes stared at the canvas infront of him. His muscular arms were simply an illusion to his soft touch. With pencil in hand, the graphite delecately touched the canvas. With the mind of a poet, and the gentle hands of a watch-maker, a beautiful detailed picture began to slowly become visible. His deep gaze was set on the detailed sketched infront of him. Yet, there was something special about his hands. Almost unable to explain. His dry fingers covered in cracks, were covered also with dry clay and paint. It was as if they were living things, like they had created pictures and stories no one else could. No one could ever understand the conplexity of the artist's hand.

The soul is what makes up a person. People can break your soul, so guard it with everything you've got. Most people don't want to break it. They want it for themselves. They leave you soul-less. So guard it with all you've got. The people of this world pretend like they love you, they pretend to be your friend. You can't trust them. They say they'll never leave you like the othera did. Then when they take your soul, they find another victim taking your soul with them. So guard it with all you've got. It's the one thing you won't regret.

Why is this world here?
That I don't know.
Why did God make leaves green?
Or wood creak
When you step on that one board?
Why do we get that special feeling
when sitting infront of the fireplace during the winter?
Why does it bring a smile to our face,
when we see a little girl
run ino her daddie's arms?
Why are we at a loss for words
when trying to describe love?
This I don't know.
Why does it feel peaceful
when we are alone?
Why do we hurt
when a loved one passes?
Why do we grin
when we recieve a gift?
Why do we clench our fists
when we become frustrated?
This I don't know. Maybe some things aren't meant to be known. Maybe when you find out why joyful things are joyful, you loose the joy in them. And that is why we don't know. Why is this? That only God knows.