The grass used to grow there, many years ago. It longed to move there, the windy twirly trail.
But, like most things of when Time hit the new hour thing's cease to grow.
It ceases to grow due to different knowledge and fear of the unknown.
But, out every little grass seed there was only a couple whom seemed entranced; at this new idea, to move, to live,to grow.
So they left their good friends behind, and welcomed each and every new opportunity as a gift. Because they knew that they were risking all that they knew for this.
Now, out of these little grass seeds. Some succeed, some not so much. Some traveled down the wrong path full of Vines and gloominess. While others made the right choice.
I say to you, do not live in fear for the unknown, only curious and a aware. Aware of where the date could lead you, if you negligent to ignore. Ignore the signs of the good and bad. Of lies and of truth.
Go forth my child, into the winds, take an other hand as you wish. But, be weary of them as well. Be true to yourself.
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Under The Bark
PoetryHere is a few poems that I have written.Some of them are decent some of them are not so much
