There was a little snail sitting on a hill
Gazing at the world below her
Such gratitude she felt
At the beauty she could see
She thought nothing could take her off kilter
Until across the shore she saw
Another snail on fire
She panicked and thought to help him
Til she noticed the matches he had in his hand
So stopped did her panic within
How beautifully bright he burned
With all of his despair
His light rivalled the sun
Charred to a crisp
His yelling turned to a whisper
That snail was cooked well done.
Tag: Nature
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Push it down the sadness
Push it down the grief
Breathe that little shallower
To not rock what’s underneath
Survive another second
Hold back the tears
Breathe that little shallower
Don’t give in to the fears
Distract another minute
Recite helpful words
Breathe a little shallower
Suppress that pang of hurt
Get into the sunshine
Hug those you love
Breathe a little deeper
Let out cries above
Lessons comes in all shapes
Let it start within
Breathe a little deeper
Let healing begin -
Alone wilting wonder
Clouds mask the sky
Foraging for crumbs
Left by the eye
Sacrificing so much
For someone so cold
So close to the edge
Without much to hold
Ideals aren’t a promise
Wishes don’t come true
Without solid plans
Emptiness seeps through
The loss for the future
Has started to creep
The aching is beyond joy
The pain runs deep -
What do two beings do when their worlds no longer meet?
Do they try to bring their worlds together?
Or do they simply drift apart?
What does one being do watching the other float away?
Try to keep them close?
Or wave them on their way?
Keep yourself busy
Whatever will be will be
For as long as it’s meant to be
We cannot control the universe
We cannot control our hearts
We cannot control others freedom
Just as we cannot control their farts -
There was a little snail waiting on a bridge
She waited all day and all night
She waited in the sun, the wind, and the rain
She didn’t want to give up the fight
She looked out to the water
She looked over to the land
She wondered what could have happened
She started to worry
In came some doubt
Perhaps she’ll be waiting forever
As strong as her heart was she wasn’t a fool
She knew there was a chance of change
She waited, she feared, she even prayed
In hope that time was just delayed
There was a little snail waiting on a bridge…
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