Life Is Like A Rose, So Beautiful And Delicate, Yet Can Wither Away In A Heartbeat.

I am the one that can stand in a middle of a thunderstorm and welcome it home.

What would happen if you found a four-leaf-clover under a ladder?

There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
there is a rapture on the lonely shore.
There is society, where none intrudes,
by the deep sea, and music in its roar.

Nature is there
For all who listen
To the sounds obscured
By our toils of living

Clouds fly over head.
Imagination takes over.
Shapes form in my mind.

Something as small as a butterfly,
Which is never seen to cry,
Because of how small it is, innocent,
Its perfect symmetry, like a smile,
Which enlightens the day,
From the flutter of impatience, I see it cry,
I saw it smile, I heard it laugh,

The grass is always greener on the other side

When you look up at the stars do you want to wish upon one or do you see the beauty in them.

The world is a beautiful place
Tainted by war, blood and pain
Still none the less beautiful