People smile and burst into tears in this world. They fear, cry, smile, laugh, love and hate. We all walk. Watching the sky. The rivers and cities stream, with nature and people. Cement paths pave the gardens, the bustling trees grow strong and loud swirling in the wind. The sun warm on our skin, the energy twirling under, radiating our hearts. The telegraph poles connect our paths and houses. As a unit we climb the mountain of life, sometimes there is snow and avalanches blocking our way. Glass beer bottles sparkle in the light, their lids crushed flat from a passing car, now a collectors treasure. Music blasts from our ears each giving a familiar route a different light. Let the wild roses grow and gather. The grass grow long and the sky grow moody. Welcome to my world.
