• The Panting in the Sky

    The wind ran its fingers threw the leaves and plays along the shore line, for who can tell the wind what to do? They can’t tell it where to go, for it is as free as life and as old as the sun it was here with mans first breath and it will be here with its last. But for who can tell the wind where to run. The clouds you watch change as the wind dances with them making your imagination fly to the top of the sun to the deepest of the deepest ocean. If not for why you see yourself with may it be kings or queens. For the wind has no home but for the world is its home. For nothing can contain it is as free as a bird.
    Water runs in a peaceful stream the water flows freely its amazing journey from the ocean to the rain that helps the willow tree grow. For if there was no water there would be an ever burning fire, but the fire in make a Greedful heat that not even Water can put out but only Wind can feed. But the Fire for greed is only something that death can fix. That sadly cannot even fix the greed for today. Fine how greatly it is very vague with the last integrity and the rightful thinking of the driving light to life and proudly it takes life with pain. The Sun is never ending, for it was the First to be made, The Sun and The moon and then everything in-between.
    The Sound in the desert is low and hot it eats all in its path taking and giving its visitors an early grave for no one can control the desert with its harsh ruthless Heat. That it beats down the people who live there. Living and dying it is all part of this game called life, this is but a game for the human race cannot get the Glory from Adam and Eve, to the tower of Babble, where the world was split into tongues.
    It was for foolish man God sent down his son, not as a king but as a servant for the good of man he came, The Loin and the Dragon making a Fierce fight. The Creator and; the Created fighting to win. But of all the Sheppard will lead the flock for rather they like it or not will follow. King and there men riding Bravely off to war with a cry of cheer from the crowd, for the Women will wait nervously for their sons and Husbands to come home, but shame on the leaders, Kings, Generals and any other leader who send their men off to the war front and refuse to even see the troops who come back lost and wounded even the dead. For a king who will not even see his dead put to read is a person who doesn’t belong in his position.
    For, Wind, Fire and Water will see him or her until the end, as from Ashes to Ashes we go. Life is but a circle and we play our cards and when we run out it is our turn to get up and go, for a new person to come in and see what cards are dealt. The end is the end rather we like it or not, we can’t control fate although some try. You can’t cheat death; for he knows all the rules he is neither good nor evil.
    A fire is burning and the wind rushes to it to help it breath and give it life, water can sense it but cannot stop it is a crazy fire that cannot be put out. But this is not a fire, Wind or water can feed or destroy it is a fire that of two lovers. True love they say is the hardest to find but this is not true it can come in many a form and take hold of any one. It can start with a look or a touch and can take hold at any time for if you are looking for it you will all most never find it, but those or aren’t it can sneak up on them, and if there not careful can depart without them knowing it. But for those who have lost a true love I feel sorry for you for you are truly missing out. And for those who have lost a true love to death I take pity for, for it would truly be a hard thing to not have him or her next to you when you needed them most.