Leaves fall and carried by the gentle
caress of the northerly wind, freely even if unsure.
The swarm of little sparrows that sung merrily
back to the tree-top, not tending what they'll do next.
Fishes marveling the great blue sea
unbothered what are there s few miles away.
Flowers dances in chorus to the sway
of the passing wind, unsheltered of the withering.
Water gushes into where it wants to,
never confuse and not at all pessimistic.
Children in their innocent, overjoyed
by merely playing all day long, as if it's the best time to live.
Why can't adult do the same?
Why can't we...
...embrace if their is no need to embrace,
...fly if ther no need to escape,
...dance if illustration is not enough.
...sing if you are tired of talking.
...breathe life more than eating and drinking.
...chase dreams if all plans are failing.
...pray as if you'd never prayed before.
Ahhh....
We are not ready to live life,
an existence,
full of True HOPE.
