CrimsonEagle
Padawan Learner
Hi all.
This is something that I wrote some time back. I know that it may be rather amateurish compared to the works that some people do, but I thought I would share it anyway.
Crimson.
From the sky the droplets fly,
why their here they know not why,
to a goal in their eye,
they strive to reach the end.
They flow together hand in hand,
those not absorbed by earth and sand,
in communion they grow upon the land,
they strive to reach the end.
In tiny rivulets they do begin,
flowing with desire born within,
they cannot oppose they can not sin,
they strive to reach the end.
In brooks and streams a plan is born,
together they will flow they have no scorn,
together to the land they have lorn,
they strive to reach the end.
Into a mighty river they agree,
will lead them to the end they see,
together they do what must be,
they strive to reach the end.
Onward the mighty river rages,
flowing through history's pages,
as has been shown by old sages,
they strive to reach the end.
Ever forward the river strives,
within it carry's many lives,
through the lands they cut like knives,
they strive to reach the end.
Any obstacles they reach,
they realize that they must breach,
in one voice they do preach,
they strive to reach the end.
No thought to fear a coming day,
past an obstacle they can not play,
were this to happen they can not say,
they strive to reach the end.
Within the lakes they do rest,
reaching here through many a test,
they realize this is not the best,
they strive to reach the end.
In this rest they do find,
common unity with one mind,
divine in nature they do bind,
they strive to reach the end.
Here they rest until they know,
time to return to the rivers flow,
in anticipation they do not slow,
they strive to reach the end.
Near the end of their journey they do find,
vast oceans of wealth holding their kind,
together they wait with one mind,
they strive to reach the end.
Patiently here together they wait,
knowing that here they find their fate,
arriving just in time they were not late,
they strive to reach the end.
Through evaporation they do earn,
the final goal of which they yearn,
once again they do return,
they have finally reached the end.
From this place they are taught,
all along this goal they sought,
to justify their existence is why they fought,
they have finally reached the end.
Once again they wait their turn,
for their time again they yearn,
a return to earth their hearts do burn,
they have finally reached the end.
Once again a cloud does form,
once again are droplets born,
one again their home is lorn,
they strive to reach the end.
There is so much that we can learn if we care to step outside of our own minds and recognize the truth, apparent in all, if we care to only look.
Seek the answers from within.
CrimsonEagle
This is something that I wrote some time back. I know that it may be rather amateurish compared to the works that some people do, but I thought I would share it anyway.
Crimson.
From the sky the droplets fly,
why their here they know not why,
to a goal in their eye,
they strive to reach the end.
They flow together hand in hand,
those not absorbed by earth and sand,
in communion they grow upon the land,
they strive to reach the end.
In tiny rivulets they do begin,
flowing with desire born within,
they cannot oppose they can not sin,
they strive to reach the end.
In brooks and streams a plan is born,
together they will flow they have no scorn,
together to the land they have lorn,
they strive to reach the end.
Into a mighty river they agree,
will lead them to the end they see,
together they do what must be,
they strive to reach the end.
Onward the mighty river rages,
flowing through history's pages,
as has been shown by old sages,
they strive to reach the end.
Ever forward the river strives,
within it carry's many lives,
through the lands they cut like knives,
they strive to reach the end.
Any obstacles they reach,
they realize that they must breach,
in one voice they do preach,
they strive to reach the end.
No thought to fear a coming day,
past an obstacle they can not play,
were this to happen they can not say,
they strive to reach the end.
Within the lakes they do rest,
reaching here through many a test,
they realize this is not the best,
they strive to reach the end.
In this rest they do find,
common unity with one mind,
divine in nature they do bind,
they strive to reach the end.
Here they rest until they know,
time to return to the rivers flow,
in anticipation they do not slow,
they strive to reach the end.
Near the end of their journey they do find,
vast oceans of wealth holding their kind,
together they wait with one mind,
they strive to reach the end.
Patiently here together they wait,
knowing that here they find their fate,
arriving just in time they were not late,
they strive to reach the end.
Through evaporation they do earn,
the final goal of which they yearn,
once again they do return,
they have finally reached the end.
From this place they are taught,
all along this goal they sought,
to justify their existence is why they fought,
they have finally reached the end.
Once again they wait their turn,
for their time again they yearn,
a return to earth their hearts do burn,
they have finally reached the end.
Once again a cloud does form,
once again are droplets born,
one again their home is lorn,
they strive to reach the end.
There is so much that we can learn if we care to step outside of our own minds and recognize the truth, apparent in all, if we care to only look.
Seek the answers from within.
CrimsonEagle