The forest is fresh, and pure;
blooming with life
Abundant stream flows through the center
keeping the  forest alive
Nothing but peace comes from this forest;
until a sudden spark sets off an ever-going blaze
that rages
and kills  everything in its path
The life that once bloomed.
is turned to ash
and the river filled with life-
is now but a dry path
The forest tries to restore itself ,
with what remains
but the river that brought it life
has not a single
thing left

the forest dies

Seasons changes
So do hearts
So do feelings
So do shapes
So do flames
So do religions
So do rules
So do cities
So do roads
So do dreams
So do ambitions
 
But the love of God stays

A religious robot I am not
A mindless
Soulless
Emotionless
Robot I am not
I have a voice and I will speak
God gave me that voice

I may be young
But through God I am strong
When I think things are not fight
I will voice my opinion

You can tell me to sit down and shut up
You can say I'm to young
Therefore I have no idea what I'm talking about

Go ahead and mock me
See where it gets you

Perfectly curled caramel hair
Cascades down her shoulders,
Bouncing in time with the music.
He can’t help but savor every
Fragment of her movement as he
Traces the camera around her frame,
Capturing the dance.
She’s an actress in every sense of the term,
Her eyes sad yet powerful,
Her body hurting yet beautiful.
The music ends and she stops, breathless,
Her hair that has fallen in front of her face
Flowing up and down as she catches her breath.
“Did you get it?”
She asks him,
And suddenly he’s back to himself,
Back from the world her dance took him to.
“Definitely,” he says, and when
Her dimples break her face open,
The camera is still rolling,
For he doesn’t want to miss a second of her beauty.
She isn’t just poetry.
She is art.