Books cast a mystic spell over me that is hard to explain at times. For me buying a book, reading a book even holding a book in my hands drifts me away for few minutes and serves to be very relaxing.
I am afraid to fall,
Thinking I won’t get up,
I am afraid of failing,
Thinking I will be left behind,
I am afraid of change,
Thinking I won’t survive it,
But I am not afraid of trying,
Knowing that He will be with me.
Each unique, colourful, and beautiful,
Flying freely everywhere,
Symbol of joy, freedom,
Inspiring love, promoting hope,
Each fulfilling what nature desires.
In the memory of all the victims who have
died in various mother nature’s catastrophes.
At times we fight with ourselves,
Sometimes we fight with each other,
Most of the time we fight just to fight,
To seek victory, to conquer, to control,
In denial of mother nature’s powers,
Forgetting it’s important message,
Message of love, humility and humbleness,
It is only when mother nature strikes,
The fight for life is all is left to fight.
In the silence of night,
She admired the beauty
of stars and moon,
Only to discover,
That they too hide scars on them.
Life is like a long, stretched out road,
Bumpy at times yet smooth otherwise,
No one can predict what is around the corner,
Nor they can tell when the road ends.
The direction is one but journeys many,
Each has its own sail to carry.
Keep moving, progressing forward,
With eyes on the horizon and hope in heart,
The quest is adventurous yet peaceful at times,
Rest assure that destination will soon arrive.