Am like a Weaverbird roaming the isle at a mile to fight with the eyes connecting the mind.
The trees are greenly colorful, and like the yellow grasses in a summer, the breeze walking in the atmosphere like a ghost passing through the cloths hung for a ray to evaporate it’s moisture in time frame.
The swimmers following the tide to their tents, and the calm waves clapping it’s hands as the breeze teases the trees to dance in the sea shore.
Life paves way for lies and truth, yet our Will accepts just one at a time, for the woods are lovely and beautiful, yet the deeper you go, the deeper you get lost, and the deeper you become a prey!
Nature makes it this way that I am an option to many, and a portion to few, yet am i strengthened by the words spoken to me by ma Mama.
Sweet words sways the truth, as we are propelled by the imaginations of being better.
How sweet they gather their food in one accord, and how United are they which tie one belt of honor and courage to make clean the environs of our mindset.
Watch and learn lest you become a prey in nature’s slay!!!