Another writing

The living Journey

Life is but a dream where endless opportunities reign
It reflects the growth of trees: wise, and awesome in their stature
Each twist and turn within its branches is a reflection of the struggle to reach for a goal
Wasted space is not part-taken for the goal of light is never forgotten
When the branches die there are no tears of sorrow
Life is prevailing and birth disrupts death
Like the legendary phoenix who rises from the ashes
A tree can always stand as a example of the life we lead
It is born from the light that warms us
It grows looking for an unattainable sun as though knowing our internal plea to reach for the stars
Its branches reflect our veins as passion flows through our hearts
But what can reflect our love?
Nothing but the shadows it bestows gently blinding us of our misfortune but giving us a needed oasis on a hot summer day
It glimmers as the wind of faith breaks the stillness of the leaves above
It will always remain as long as light exists
So why are so many lost in the mystic night failing to see our own shadow
I don’t know

Dunno where this is coming from but ehh no one reads this crap anyway =)