There’s something to be said for moss, that green that creeps between old rocks; It settles gently on the ground and softens all that it surrounds.
There’s something to be said for dirt, that clay that clings onto your shirt; It taints your shoes and fills your hair, and paints your footprints on the stairs.
There’s something to be said for sweat, that drop that seeps below your neck; It tastes of salt and endless days, and cools you from the noon sun’s rays.
There’s something to be said for time that makes and breaks all by design; It ends each night so you can see the sky you’ve missed beyond the trees.
Dark and cold Life dried up My home has always been It’s sad and grey But there isn’t a day I leave this dark prison But there’s a speck of light It burns so bright flowers follow wherever she goes Like a flower I follow She picks me I swallow Her up from the ground below I grasp the light I hold it tight For the light is all I have But the light hates the darkness Despite how I think it shines brighter amidst it I love the light try to make things bright But my light is going out I love the light But it’s just not right So I let my light go (But not without placing fruit seeds so she’ll come back to me when it snows) In sorrow I weep Tears fill the river Styx And mourn the light I lost But I’ll wait for the day Air cold and grey when my love will come back to the frost
One day a solid and amazing dog was pursuing a rabbit. Running for a while, the drained dog surrendered the chase, and a group of goats, watching, began to taunt. One goat said, the little one is stronger than you, Dog. Suddenly the dog reacted to this and said: “The Rabbit was running for its life And I was running for my dinner, That is the distinction between us.”