Life’s simply…
beautiful,
amazing,
challenging.
I’m inclined to hope.
Hope it never ends.
I saw a sparkle, in the wood’s darkness.
Lonely, in a glass as a harness.
Oh, little Flame, why you in there?
Very clearly, you can’t live without Air!
Eh, you lost soul, the sparkle spoke, if I’m out of this glass,
Yet free and feral on the grass…
Oh, I’ll burn everything, you the world and all the trees!
Unless, tell me, are you made of gold, please?
No, but better,
Oh listen, to the letter:
My little flame, You need to breathe, so I’ll shatter
All that glass, your harness, no matter.
Think how high the flames, the higher, the better.
The Flame, Shy at first,
Expecting the worst,
Reaching Out of the glass slowly grew,
While Following a gentle wind, that blew.
Hence, The Flame soon saw, even what’s made of gold
Always Melts, but now please, read this in bold!
Think, Even if you turn it all to ashes and dust,
For your breathing, to me is still a must.
Oh Flame, Burn!
Reckless Fire, Burn!
Even if you turn it all to ashes,
Vigorously burn! Let free your flashes!
Enjoy, it’s just fair.
Rejoice, you flame, as I’m just air.
Life is like a mountain.
When you’re young,
you are looking up to that mountain,
and you’ll think:
Wow there is so much to do.
And you’ll climb up.
Once you’re older
you look back
down to the valley,
and think:
Wow this have been a lot of things.
I have climbed quiet far up!
Stay young
keep on looking at the mountain in front of you
instead of looking back and look to that valley.