Little Fireflies Fill The Skies! Poem by Madrason .

Take your past as a friend, let the bad things float...
a fleet wit their heavy feet, not hold you back, behind
do not look around. The wind and the light as your guides!
Salt pillars of guilt and golden steps so heavily weighted with deep steps. don't ever think others think bad about you, if so you'll notice it in a second and let it role by! People are our little treasures that keep surprising us, if your heart is open, good things come and return to the nests of love. be it memories, be it art, be it the old ones or youngsters. Mother nature nurtures us all, no place for greed or nastiness close to her great heart!