the sweet tune of a humming bird, the tick tock of a wall clock.
the wet feel of an immature kiss and the sensation of the tongue's touch.
the life of a water bottle on a traveler's bag,
the thousand's mile on a simple road track.
Ages gone by, standing in a new world.
Different faces surrounding us, but still holding the flashes of our past.
Remembering that peace in our heart's.
We are moving on the chosen paths.
Through the Tall, Dark Oak and Pine tress.
On to the side of the mountains, into the valley of Forgiveness.
With the shyness of Romance, and with the soft touch of the breeze.
sacrifice thy purity of thy soul, within her heart.
Nostradamus predictions to the end off life, present human race, nature and may be god thyself.
human's belief in survival but nature's fierce behavior toward's the end.
'The era for new beginnings with a faded past,
A glimpse of brightness in the dark or
the crystal glass framed aquarium, perceive the calmness of water.
yet defined but destined.
the dead soul, of the trapped fish.