We have all successfully unconsciously submerged ourselves in the depth of life that we start to ask why we feel a certain negative emotion. We
Seeing a boy turn into a young lad and that young lad into a man. does life really go by that fast? moments never last
We grew into itThat was the onlyWay we knewHow to pleaseOr piss ourParents off.Am I right? as the years add onThey start toSpeaks lessThe distanceStarts
Playing hide and seekWith sunshine and shadeYou sit and observeAs the shadowsOf leaves come and go.It comes in wavesJust like everythingElse in this worldOf ours.
An army of treesProtect us from theRay’s of the sun.They provide usWith a vessel where ourWasted breathe is comsumed.What will we be wothout themHow long
The storiesAnd soundsThat fill theWalls of hospitals.From the screamingOf women in labourTo the laughterOf patientsUpon hearinggood news. Oh! if hospital bedsCould speak, What storiesWould they