A story can be divided along the lines of fiction and nonfiction through the uses of expression, exaggeration, context and imagination.
A legend expresses the uses of imagination on tale as it is passed on over time, falling to be a fictional work of literature.
What lives in all of us? What makes us all equal? What do we provide for the world? What makes us our own?
This is no mere tale, legend or lie; this is a story. As odd as it may sound, this story is true and still exists to this very day, and it will continue to exist, being rewritten every second by every human on this planet. This story has many chapters, however all of the fall under three individual parts. These chapters have existed since the very beginning. No, not the beginning of time. But rather from the beginning of human life, starting in each of us from when we are born, to eventually blossoming into something extraordinary just as we do to eventually surpassing us in death. These stories will never be forgotten, for they will be passed down from generation to generation, not from being told but from knowing, through our minds, soul and most importantly our hearts.
Love
It begins when we breathe our first breathe of air, and lives on in generations to come.
It exists in the simplest of actions, from being embraced by another,
Their warmth heating our hearts, feeding the dwindling ember until,
We feel hot, the ember now a flame its beauty so majestic with colors galore
One couldn't imagine but only witness through our powers.
It exists to us from the time of our youth, before we breathe where Mother-dear shares a life with ours, a bond no being can break.
It exists on the darkest of days, through the compassion of the others as they call out to us As we are called to live another life and accept the task to live again and wait to rejoice "Welcome Home".
We know it to be true that through our powers, we have been Loved.
Whether it is for a split second or our whole lives it lives in every living being.
Without love would we be here? Would our parents have met, wed, cherished and nursed us?
Would we have been able to rise from the dark, to stand up united against terror?
Would the ember have taken in its first breathe and grow as we do?
The answer, well I think you know...
The story of Love never ends. We are all Loved in one way or another. Never forsake it.
Hope
There is always the thought of tomorrow being better, through prayer, through desire... From saying please, thank you and help, it is there.
There is always the desire to get what we want,
To pray for the better and have our loved ones around us, We are all filled with that word that will make our dreams reality.
It can not be wrapped in a colorful box nor bought for a penny or more.
Love exists around us, but with the exchanging of Love,
We give each other Hope.
There is that feeling we all get when we can't tell find our way,
Where on the blackest night a single star is watching over us, showing us the way
As it did for the sailors,
