Peaceful and quiet.
A sea of red roses.
Scarlet and fierce.
Delicate and beautiful
And also deadly and ferocious
It's thorns await for your incredulous fingers.
Pure beauty.
The wind caresses it's leaves
They dance along its sweet melody.
Sun rays bathing every delicate surface.
Soft light reaching every corner.
The garden acquiring a glowy quality.
Full of life.
Nothing's motionless.
Rich and earthy fragrance
Every single smell combined in one.
Water flowing
The ground's essence hovers around my nose.
Everything is in its place.
Where its supposed to be.

*Nature is poetry.

The journey seems to be bumpy, sometimes a dusky road,
Carrying the burdens, weighing our sins like a miserable toad,
Some pursue their passion, some pursue their degree,
Whatever the reason maybe,
Unclog your way, cruise over the hardships and set yourself free.
You'll be miffed by the mistakes you did,
Selling out wet pillows you'll weep and sow a depression seed,
And there will arrive times,
When they will doubt you, and you will doubt yourself,
But don't.. Don't ever doubt your devotion,
Grab the momentum and roll in the motion,
Though, squeamishness will thrive,
Remember the dream and thank him because you are alive,
Value every second, trade your life for it,
Open up your feathers, escape the pit,
Death invites everybody, someday you'll be gone,
Even the sun will set forever, there won't be any dawn,
Something belongs to you, its your throne,
With the choices you made, go fly,
*Fly till the horizon.