i am one who rides the wind i go where it leads finding forest meadows and what else i might see
the world is wide and vast i enjoy some time to wonder and bask
from the bloody and cruel to the calm and cool
the world is allways in balance until one trys to pass it
in kind there is cruel
in calm there is fear
no pull comes without a push
no scream comes without silence
the birds may squawk and the bugs they chirp together they sing in a beautiful way that one will never think of them as prey
