IT’S ALIVE!

lifeisthefight:

The mind is alive.

It grows each day.

New cells are born.

New sprouts of ideas.

Old ones are buried.

Fresh blooms as replacements.

Roots extending and reaching.

For new hopes and dreams.

For new experiences.

Let in with the new

and out with the old.

The mind is alive.

Let it grow and be nurtured.

THE FALLEN

ominousraincloud:

Sherbrooke Forest | By Penny Whetton

The tree has been hurt.

Scarred by the storm.

Its leaves have fallen.

Fallen soldiers of war.

Without a proper burial.

Who will mourn them?

The fallen of nature.

The tree will mourn

their loss.

Until new leaves sprout

to take their place.

And the cycle continues.

LIFE IS SHORT

Life is short.

We are born.

Then we die.

What we do in between

is what’s important.

We determine which way

life swings for us.

Are we good?

Are we bad?

A path we alone can determine.

We keep swinging our chains

until our time is over.

Back and forth.

Back and forth.