My OperaSolitude
Sunday, November 11, 2007 3:23:52 AM
Many fear its deafening silence...for one must confront one's self.
No one is there to impress or possess...
No one to hear boasts or lies.
No one consoles or comforts.
No one praises or protects.
Your soul stands naked before you.
You lower your armored fortress.
Those who listen before they speak... welcome this time.
A time for cosmic reflection...for self scrutiny..for cherished memories...for future anticipations.
The sun sings...the birds shine..
You feel the quiet.
You are the mountains's summit.
Nature is your brother.
Growth takes place here.
No one is there to impress or possess...
No one to hear boasts or lies.
No one consoles or comforts.
No one praises or protects.
Your soul stands naked before you.
You lower your armored fortress.
Those who listen before they speak... welcome this time.
A time for cosmic reflection...for self scrutiny..for cherished memories...for future anticipations.
The sun sings...the birds shine..
You feel the quiet.
You are the mountains's summit.
Nature is your brother.
Growth takes place here.
Olivia Dawnisis506 # Wednesday, October 29, 2008 1:28:33 PM
It's leaves and branches are so beautiful
even as a little girl, I would not climb one.
And with gray skies, it blows in the wind.
And looks beautiful in the sunshine.
The rainforest we need to breath.
I don't know if anyone realizes the importance
of trees?
I only think that in the garden of Eden
the one tree was a setup.
The one with the Forbidden Fruit.
And in heaven it will be, God wants to trust us.
And I think the idea was after the 100 years
they spent in the Garden, Adam and Eve had to work
for a living. Just like the rest of us.
MarkCytoMark # Wednesday, October 29, 2008 2:12:38 PM