has a story to tell
of how it got there.
It could have been dropped
by some careless hand
or thrown away deliberately
by some litter bug.
Now that bit of paper
started its life as a tree,
standing tall and majestic
in some far off land.
It was probably the home
of some wild creature there
until a lumberjack
with no pity
came along and cut it down.
Now that bit of paper
goes dancing with the wind
until someone catches it
and throws it in the rubbish bin.
4 February 2008
is the greatest enemyto a very active mind.It is the curse that affects us all,making us lose our patienceover the simplest taskswe have to perform.Waiting in boredomeats away at our soulmaking time dragwithin everything we try to do.It is the curse of humankindof which there is no cure,just to be patientand wait to see it…
It sings when love comes to calland cries when love dies.
kept thinking it was a daythat hadn’t yet gone.Must have had a bit too muchto drink last night,but I’ve never known teato affect me like that before,maybe it was one too many sugars.However, I had my breakfastand my mind began to clear.I know what day it is now,or at least I think I do.Maybe tomorrow…
We fight the sleepour bodies so desperately needto rejuvenate itself again.We fight because we fear death,but death comes to us all.The question of when we will never know.It is no use fighting it,as it will come when it is ready to take us away.In the meantime, we shouldenjoy every minute of everyday.Tomorrows will look after…
that I have when I go on holiday.Maybe he was right.Today while sitting in the airportlounge nervously waiting for our flightwhen suddenly from the loudspeaker came.“The fire detector has been activated in your section.Please go to the nearest emergency exit.”Now I was already having kittensjust thinking of the flight.Now with that announcementI was having puppies…
There is no winterof discontent there.Only loves shining pinnaclefor all to see.
