Lifes Course

There are things I must tell before you grow up. There's things to value before it's too late. The world we are in works in mysterious ways. You are born dying and dying to live. Starting from young til you're no longer a kid. Spend your time wisely and you get what you give. One of these days there's an end to this road. So where will you turn and where will you go?

Hot or cold, Storm or snow, Everywhere life seems to grow. Children are born as new hopes begin. So much to do in a life that's thin. Wake like each morning's the Brightest of days. So when the darkest of nights look to bite. You can remember the blessings born in your life.

However, never forget the opposite side. There's family trees with curses they hide. Running deep to the roots; the branches, then leaves. Slowly through time only one still breathes. Though it fell as well and this was expected. A seed came forth to be blown by the wind. New earth was sought, blessed with green lands. New life resurrected by mysterious hands.

However, Little did it know it was seperate from its brothers.

For though a seed fell. A secret was born known by only one other. On that fateful day that mother tree could no longer bear seeds. She grew old and sick; her life could no longer unfold. What fell? No one ever knew. Until that seed would begin to grow. Until one day it eventually showed. That a weed broke free amongst the cold.

Remember this and let it reflect when your time is due. There's those out there a great many different than you. So find them. Just like other children they deserve a chance at hope. So be that light you may be the only one they ever get to know.

-Shalløw