Rain. It’s falling. Kamikaze style into the earth. No Fear. No Regrets. Just Falling. With driven intent. It has Purpose. It Serves. It Lives. Then Dies. And Ascends. Reliving the cycle. Over and Over. Never Complaining. Happy to Just Be. Rain.
Candle Light. It’s Alive. The Beautiful Aspect of Fire. Romantic in Nature. It can Dance. It will Whisper. But it can Hiss. And Burn. It’s Objective yet Sympathetic. Even Forgiving. Ironically Symbolic of Eternal Life.
Wind. It’s Unseen Force. The Invisible Element. Air in Motion. It’s the Breathe of the Universe. Comfortable with it’s Duality. Relishing in it’s Extreme. Satisfied with it’s Power. The Epitome of Freedom.
Insomnia. It’s my kinda Sleep. 9-5’ers Should Not Try This At Home. It’s Daylight for the Subconscious. Playtime for the Soul. Researching at it’s Best. Crappy Bed Mate at it’s Worse. No Cuddling Allowed. It Muddles the Mind Frenzy. And it Enjoys a Frenzied Mind. Many Beautiful Things come from a Frenzied Mind.
Silence. It’s a waiting Symphony. The Prelude to Thought. It’s where all the Geniuses hang out. It Speaks Creativity. But only Understands Peace. Both Soft spoken and Deafening. It is equally Heard. And Felt. Selfless and Indiscriminate. It came before there was Light. A Martyr to God’s first Word.