A path for an arrow,
A steadied aim for me.
A path of light to follow,
A way of life for me.
A path is a trail.
A trail for you to follow You can follow the wrong road,
but theres no turning back.
A shimmering form light,
reflected on tinted glass,
A glistening reflection to look into the wreath of a mirror.
A crystal Wreath to see ourselves in.
Our reflection in the circles of crystals that are the eyes of those around you.
Climbing the gardens,
To the heights of the trees,
To grow into the sky so we can reach for the stars.
Each child is a growing plant.
Reaching for the stars and together we are a garden of the most cared for sort.
YOU ARE READING
The Guide
General FictionA series of very short stories. All in varying writing styles. I'd say my favourite is Ravenous.
