Jan. 97 ~ Babys breath

Babys breath as a gentle breeze, blows in the fragrant, yet light scent of spring roses, while the snowflakes dance in the starlight, as the deep purple sky makes love to the moon. The wind caresses the earth, like gentle, sweet kisses from your lovers mouth, and the sun rises, as though it is his time to shine, and the moon goddess must step down and give up her throne, as a new world takes over, full of soft lights and pastel colors, different from the dark shadows and illuminating neon light of the moon goddesses' world. The interchanging of these thrones is the most majestic beautiful sight; when all the colors of the world come to pay their respects, and all the heaven sent angels sigh and come to greet the exchange, with unceasing wonder and beauty, unleashed to only the limits of your mind. Where all the colors of the world drip into the sky and bring about the changing, from day to night, night to day. Amazing how many times this miracle happens in our lives, but how many take the time to notice? And there they all aree; stars kisses and whispers of dew drops, with all the immense colors, ready to do it again and again and again. And we are all free to experience this wonder as much as we want, for as long as we live. And how many of us really do? Do we actually take advantage of all the splendor and wonders that nature has o offer, or do we pass them up in search of more materialistic things, such as money or social standings? When in reality they mean nothing in the end, whether we die rich or poor, we still die, and we can only take with us the memories. Which would you rather have? A life full of wonderous experience given to everyone who wants them? Or a life full of struggle and the rat race to win, to be the best? But what is the best? The most work? Why work all of your life for that title, when you could have a whole new world of delights instead?