Whiporwill

The wind detector sent spinning into oblivion, as the pages of an unknown book turn. Consistent patterens of the passing expressions, some of desperity, few of joy. A blackbird lay upon the pepper gravel in anticipation to fly, he froze in wonders if not to be harmed. And catching to the eye, sparkles in vineyards of hope, surrounded by those desolate beige hills. Thoughts flourish of the black painted upon. They have been stripped of their freedom, for no sooner than tomorrow will demanded stones be set. Suddenly, there! A flood, as doors of rose swing open. Then I realize only to be at school and class has just begun... Wh

I am only a fine fraction of this immense planet. Not a day goes by that I don't feel afraid for my life. Scurrying dangerous grounds, insecurity and insatbility sets in. Dark shadows and black silohuettes crowd my path. Seeing you, seeing me, I am struck with fear. You creep your way. I haven't noticed...'til I am JOLTED! You surround me and entangle me for your benefit. Your deception. To you this is just another game... for me...this is, I fear, the end.

Do you ever wonder what the trees say when the windman blows. The leaves cling to the grass, they cover so much of what was once so open. Do you ever wonder what the pressure of a thousand feet feels like. They stomp carelessly, though in search of something special. Do you ever wonder what you see may just be nothing. It's just black. Not a memory but your imagination. Do you ever wonder what the rain feels like in a tragic storm. It seeps through the clouds only to fall fast and hit hard. Do you ever wonder what the flowers say when you've come and left. Their smell sweetens the earth. They brighten so much of what is

Written in stone, wars so vast, and in time would grow. And now the world most afflicted, cold, brazen, a soldier so eagerly prepared. And with his dauntless spirit, he did guide the brightness behind him. They charged. But as the battle continued, slowly unveiling itself, Treachery. Some had lost. But in this face, that sirited warrior, so tried, tested above his wit, and beyond his strength, rose, fighting, crying out, I will never give up! I will never let go!

The desert, vast, and much undiscovered. Seems to the eye, tales of boredom and waste. may turn in a moments notice. Trudging alone, your mind wanders to gain knowledge of your own existence. The sound of war... Impenitent. It's the wind screeching at every angle. And a confrontation with the firey sand sends scars to your face. Your eyes barren, containing not one tear, but shards of shrieking sediments. In haste to find shelter in the form of shade, exhaustion beyond description, and consumed by your impairments, you are dislodged from reality. Why was there no life? Why can't there just be that waterfall to relieve such

The World in comparison to humans, in their watchful ways, they strive for what we share. It is of the love we carry; It holds steadfast, through the dullest of shadows, and among the sharpest of thorns. As such it grows beyond those silvery stars. And as stars do, never to fade and never to die. It is with the care and concern, that comes peace and joy for us. We have stood side by side, never to break away. For when one falters, the other stands tall, with arms out ready to catch them. So, as this world watches us we will give to them what we take from each other. What you have given me is nothing I could exchange. It is of th