'The Life of A Flower'I started my life without strife,A seed was me deep down inside.Sheltered by the rock and dirt,And blind to all that I could not perceive.My heart was full of simplistic wonder - Of love and dreams and places I'd never seen.But I blinked once and I blinked twice.Suddenly I realized how cruel this world was to me."How did I never see?" was my questioning.Innocence knocked loose, an upward struggle grabbing tree roots.I heaved upward, unhappy with my life.I broke earth's surface and saw the lightAnd I found myself a new form of love;Heavy yet full of wonder still.I sat beneath a great tree and looked ahead.Aroused
monsters on the darknessi'm afraid,i'm afraid to stay alone in the darkness.but more i'm afraid to light up the light and to see all the monsters beside me
Where the Children GoI know the place where children gowhen they seek a place to hide.Nighttime awakens die hard fearsbut during the day they swallow the sunand open their closet doors.Inside they findclarity.I know the place where children gowhen they seek a place to hide.Each child, they carry a keya key of brass and copper and golda key of clouds and wings and boldlion gods and butterfly oddsThey grasp to their nightgowns and trouserswhatever it beand open their closet doors.Inside they findprosperity.I know the place where children gowhen they seek a place to hide.A call sounds 'round and summons them allto their closet door gates, each
not in the momentI've heard a lot of promisesI've heard a lot of liescan't tell one from the otherthey often wear disguisetruths aren't in the momentthe proof is that the stonenot wear away or tear awayonce the moment is gonePascal's wager played it outand I mustand be on my waya lesson learned in brands that burnedat least for me, I sayWilliam F. DeVault. all rights reserved.