Stately grace. The monarch of the forest.
Tall and proud with great branching antlers.
Arrogant ruler of all that he surveys
Grand patriarch of the woods.
Softly gliding with the
Evening breeze.
A feeling of peace and freedom
Gently shimmering stars above, whispering ocean
Underneath.
Low clouds on the horizon.
Lightly lands the seagull on a rock.
When we love, we see and accept
The faults of others.
No one is perfect;
It is that very imperfection that makes us lovable.
Accept your own faults,
And try to overcome them.
There is no shame in being imperfect,
Only in not working to overcome.
Love brings confidence and a belief in yourself.
Look for it.
If you love and are loved, you can do things
You never dreamed of.
Do not be afraid of love.
It is the greatest thing that can happen to you.
For it is only when you love that you are truly living,
And it is only when you live that you can truly love.
Stars sparkle in the midnight sky
A tapestry of diamonds
Thrown by a child´s gleeful hand.
They greet distant mountains at the horizon;
Long-lost lovers finding one another after eons apart.
Cacti silently bear witness,
Testimony to the inevitable parting soon to come,
Yet knowing, in their infinite wisdom,
That the parting, too, would end.
Crickets trill a ballad to the night,
Pausing as a coyote´s sobbing cry
Mingles with their voices,
Then resuming their song.
The moon ingores a flirtatious cloud
As the sky pales to rose,
Heralding the approach of a new morning.
The sun rises, quenching the fire of the stars,
Leaving only their unbearable agony behind
As the mountains silently endure their pain.
The silence echoes among the sleeping giants;
A sense of expectancy permeates the air.
All is still within the forest,
As the eternal battle wages yet again.
Slowly the night concedes to dawn,
Retreating westward until the time comes once again
For it´s dominion.
The sky lightens eagerly,
Invisible clouds are revealed
In a lavender and peach confection.
A shaft of light breaks through the trees,
Touching the ground with playful joy,
Beckoning others to follow and join it.
The misty grey morning calls to me
Curtains of rain fall through the leaves.
Beckoning paths lie before me,
Each leading to a different destiny.
How can I know which one to follow?
My journey has barely begun.
Will that one lead to joy or to sorrow?
Is there anyone out there to help me?
Must I follow these paths alone.
Will I ever have someone beside me?
Help me, oh, help me, to choose the right one
That leads to the sunlight inside me.
