Impact!

Thunder, Thunder born.  Then killed, strike against the roof.  After strike against the roof, thee die. With the white aggressive nature, thee gone.  A joy, a dream.  You perish people.  It seems like a dream when you stop.

Peace is a beautiful essence that
we create in our hearts.
Everybody has it in them,
but some don’t show it.

Peace is like a flame
the intaking blue is the peace
and the flame, ourselves
It is trapped
yet it is not
for it leaks out
through the sides
and goes into people
who let it flow.

Peace is a beautiful essence
that starts right in you.

Life

We have been given
this wondrous land,
life flows and connects all,
yet we destroy it,
contaminate it,
and take its beauty away.
We do not take time to stop,
realize,
life is irreplaceable.

How the weeping willow branches
reach up to the sky.
How it’s vines creep down
like a blanket
over the land