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Surrounded by nature within a forest dark and deep, where secrets hide in shadows waiting as they sleep. Where predators lurk looking for any telltale weakness, in animals passing by thinking lives free from stress. Ignoring the signs seen everywhere of danger about, thought safe inside a bubble that keeps sorrow out. You have to remain alert with eyes open all the time, as mountains can appear out of nowhere most sublime. Decisions must be made often at a moments notice, as

Sitting before an empty canvas contemplating life, and the destruction brought about by endless strife. As nations fight among themselves for reasons mundane, while the world suffers punishment that seems insane. With little hope in sight for children born unto war, unable to spread their wings and into the sky soar. Seeing a future where they might live without fear, rich in beauty all around them as sorrow does disappear. Like a picture painted by an artist with warm expres

Born unto parents struggling against ignorant pride, Unaware of what did await as they moved on in stride. Walking towards a future with uncertainty and despair in search of means by which to provide good care. So their child might learn and one day become great, a symbol of strength within a world filled with hate. Abound by people in need of something not apparent, blind to possibilities unknown because they're ignorant. Never taught about the goodness inside every person,

Living in a a world where money determines worth, and status depends much upon your origin of birth. Driven to become something that's inherently absurd, by an outdated system of values before written word. Trying to survive for the generations yet to be born, so their lives may not depend upon a world war torn. Able to achieve their dreams without worry or fear, of someone tearing it down because it doesn't adhere. Representing an idea that goes against given beliefs, by gov

REFLECTIONS OF TIME Remains of cities lay empty crumbled and in disarray, left behind by an ancient race;abandoned when they went away. Forgotten except in tales told by campfires at night, meant to inspire much wonder,accompanied by sad delight. Graveyards silent and empty overrun with nature reborn, perhaps a wondrous sight given a chance to reflect and mourn. Even though little remains untouched by the passage of time, One can still see shadows hidden in memories sublime.