The Chance Called Life

The wind in my hair
The trees everywhere
The moon,
not in sight,
This is a day,
not a night,
To be heard
Is to not be seen,
But to be listened to.
Beneath what lies within our hearts,
Is glorious love,
Glorious
Faith.
There are lives out there,
Dependent on nature for a way of living,
Yet not the nature like trees, and plants,
But the nature in the glorious love,
And the glorious Faith.
No matter what we learn from our lives,
The most important thing,
Is to keep living,
Even if that means giving up what is ours to save a land,
Or hoping for others to work out there plans,
Or living in sync, but trying to see the reality in life,
Well, you know what I mean,
Like when daffodils bloom in the summery tomb of the rich, and soft soil,
The only thing there to be separating the stem from the ground beneath him.
But life is not to be taken for granted,
If you look at an angry, or sad person,
They take it as not an advantage at all.
I take life as a chance to prove myself,
My words can have depth, or be as shallow as the little puddle that I saw,
This morning, yet there was not a rain for miles,
Why is there dew on the beautiful roses,
Why are there petals such a bright, but dark maroon,
With the wind in my hair,
With the moon here in sight,
This plentiful day,
Has turned into a night.