Post by sorrowfrost on Jun 7, 2007 6:54:57 GMT -5
Paws pounded the surface, dust gone airborne and settling slowly upon the soil. What dust lingered in the air, whisked off to settle itself upon some other area. Sounds of water trickling down rocks, birds singing melodies, and the unmistakable sound of bees buzzing throughout the topography were broken by the increasing noise of hooves approaching nearer with every step. Nearby a monarch landed upon a porcelain daisy swaying in the breeze to what almost seemed a dance. As yet another pawplanted itself upon the ground it took flight as was joined but another. A field of yellow lay ahead, every group of yellow flowers seemed to have its own personality, every group looked different, some swaying, some drooping and others mismatched in different sizes. The rolling hills seemed to have repelled the over growth to an extent. Emerald clashed with yellow and soon split itself to an azure liquid, the crystal washed upon the shore gently. The waves sounded like heaven, a lullaby to the Earth itself. Ripples formed wherever a fish surfaced itself to gaze upon the creature before it. Ahead of the pond lay jade fields bordered by a lime forest to the east. A peaceful glebe if not but anything else.
Oh, and one could find them self in heaven and yet find a way to be a critic. Every step deeper within this land was like to find inner peace within ones self. To stop that feud, the on going battle within that raged itself on for hours, even days on end. One could blank out their mind and relax if not for but a while. To stop living up to liefs expectations, stop stressing and just calm ones self to a point of no return. To be unaware of ones surroundings, almost trance like and mesmerized. For one cannot truly be themselves without but a little self enjoyment. For relaxing and stress are like a kind word to a whiplash. A difference easily recognized by many, if not all. To feel the wrath of time loosen its grip to a gentle hold upon ones mind. For life is but time itself and easily to be overcome. Justice be done, all living, breathing souls should have time of their own for ones mind is but one thing no other can lay hands upon. A privacy and privilege to be given not stolen. For if ones mind is not optionally given away what does one have left to call their own except the clothe son their back, in a manner of speaking. So why tamper with the minds of others for the joy of ones self. Seems foolish if one is to take the time and think. For actions speak louder then words. For a mistake to an error, a mistake is made when one refuses to fix the problem.
Oh, and one could find them self in heaven and yet find a way to be a critic. Every step deeper within this land was like to find inner peace within ones self. To stop that feud, the on going battle within that raged itself on for hours, even days on end. One could blank out their mind and relax if not for but a while. To stop living up to liefs expectations, stop stressing and just calm ones self to a point of no return. To be unaware of ones surroundings, almost trance like and mesmerized. For one cannot truly be themselves without but a little self enjoyment. For relaxing and stress are like a kind word to a whiplash. A difference easily recognized by many, if not all. To feel the wrath of time loosen its grip to a gentle hold upon ones mind. For life is but time itself and easily to be overcome. Justice be done, all living, breathing souls should have time of their own for ones mind is but one thing no other can lay hands upon. A privacy and privilege to be given not stolen. For if ones mind is not optionally given away what does one have left to call their own except the clothe son their back, in a manner of speaking. So why tamper with the minds of others for the joy of ones self. Seems foolish if one is to take the time and think. For actions speak louder then words. For a mistake to an error, a mistake is made when one refuses to fix the problem.
