Write-Writer-Writing

Down the hill I see two paths ahead of me one with flowers and flatten earth with birds singing in the canopy. While the other with ground so worn it makes a dint in the earth and the trees of other has been replaced with towering cities of metal and steel not a bird peep or trace of nature's embrace. Yet so it seems the cities are in bliss without a thought of the creatures whose homes they stole so now they live among them most unwanted and kick aside even though it was us who dared to tread on their turf beside. So what's better to live beside nature with respect and fear giving what you take and admiring the creatures there even though loneliness you will often bare or to live in buildings so cold and unforgiving hoarding up luxuries to make our lives fulling without a thought that we're chasing away the most inspiring thing of all nature and all it's glory.

I still remember the days when the neighborhood kids would come to play blissfully we would run only to be tanned by the noonday sun. cheerful and unaware one day we would be standing here on the brink of unknowns unsure where to go. knowing for sure that those who will follow will look at our paths at a gaze and ponder what cause them to be and can I be greater than they? and so I plea that when we chose the course we remember to hold on to the child while reaching for the later day with all the goals displayed so through it all when the battle is done. We would know for sure that we lived to our full. So when those who follow gaze at our paths they'll choose to walk the lighter path.

Their howls pierce the night sky in perfect harmony sending a chill up the spine in the hours of night and fills us with awe in the daylight. For when wolves as one raise their voice to the sky it can sound like a choir echoing through the night. A way of communication only they know for though we can guess and ponder we still scramble to warp our minds on their language so divine.

Why can't they see who I'm met to be? always being compared to the one over there unable to escape the shadow's embrace never once did they care about who I truly am blinded by the shadow of man. for they are better so they say and tries to mold me that way so I will fight back and deny their right to decide for I know my destiny and will firmly hold. So one day they see how I have succeed in the path I marked out for me.

Oh child of old who future no one foretold and past is so obscure for the memory is so blurred hidden behind a stone wall of old which many had passed but no one could guess you were there tangled in the mess, of lies and treachery so a mass that even the faithful stood aghast.