When the moon starts to glow, we go to sleep. As the sun begins to shine, we rise from slumber. It is the cycle of life; one cannot cope without the other.
There are animals and plants in a forest that decrease in numbers, everything else is becoming objects and lumber. Animals breathe what our nature exudes. Plants feed from the rain and the sun. All that lives is in balance and holiness that defies imbalance and loneliness.
Some people don't think of what our nature eludes. They are sticking to lack of emotions for a personal gain. Their playing with guns goes on and on. Fun ain't emotionless and it's no and no.
The very balance in our world depends on ourselves for we should unite as one to withstand tyranny, thus, the beast in his lair will cease to feast. Infamies and felonies will turn to clarity and purity.
Come one, come two, it's up to you and it is not something new we have to do. Come three, come free. It is destiny, can't you see? Come four and come more. Unite by the destiny's door.
a mouse under a rock she peers out to see the world green! blue! white! a stream, winding down the hillside a lush forest full of life and breath clouds that drift overhead but the shadow of a predator falls and sends chills down her spine the mouse retreats.
a mouse under a rock peeks out once again sunlight! grass! wind! the cascading of a falls not too far a swimming hole, perhaps surrounded in trees and mud but the predator is back, so the mouse hides again.