The beauty of life
I want to be able to dream...limitlessly..without time and space trying to bar my fantasies.I want to experience a cloud 9 feeling like no other..a heaven..my final heaven..A world were my memories of light will last forever in the sky for all to see.
I want to live in a world free of spite and envy.With wraith and greed banished to the void.
To be able to spread the happyness that occupies my heart and soul to those who feel that their flame of life is slowly burning out.
Why cant we all just see the beauty that surrounds us daily.
Why cant see admire the sun and its solar rays which fill our bodies with power to shine in life.
Or the Moon and its star children...The aura that is its lunar light.....With the persona of a shy little girl.
The clouds being its sleeve as it hides from the sinister forces this world occupies.
What about the forest and the peaceful music natures produces near consistantly.Its abundance of life and the symbolization of preservation.
Even the harshest of seasons can be a beauty in disguise....
The winter, The season mostly symbolizing the deathdealer or life, an undertaker of sorts is dreaded by many.
And yet.....With all the life that leaves the world...angels seem to cry...their tears manifest as snow..which is loved by all it seems.
I could go on but what is the point.
My message is clear
We are born into a world of beauty and spirituality...
We just have to open our eyes are truely seek it
To embrace ourselves in true bliss.
I want to live in a world free of spite and envy.With wraith and greed banished to the void.
To be able to spread the happyness that occupies my heart and soul to those who feel that their flame of life is slowly burning out.
Why cant we all just see the beauty that surrounds us daily.
Why cant see admire the sun and its solar rays which fill our bodies with power to shine in life.
Or the Moon and its star children...The aura that is its lunar light.....With the persona of a shy little girl.
The clouds being its sleeve as it hides from the sinister forces this world occupies.
What about the forest and the peaceful music natures produces near consistantly.Its abundance of life and the symbolization of preservation.
Even the harshest of seasons can be a beauty in disguise....
The winter, The season mostly symbolizing the deathdealer or life, an undertaker of sorts is dreaded by many.
And yet.....With all the life that leaves the world...angels seem to cry...their tears manifest as snow..which is loved by all it seems.
I could go on but what is the point.
My message is clear
We are born into a world of beauty and spirituality...
We just have to open our eyes are truely seek it
To embrace ourselves in true bliss.
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