The soft rocking of the wind...
The slow comforting rhythm of the hammock...
The sweet song of the birds chirping...
The bliss aroma of life...of plants, weeds, trees, pines...
The once in a while gust of message delivering wind...
The eagerly waiting buds...
The in-a-rush people...
The wanting to race time things...
The pain concealing world...
All have stories to tell...
The same one...just in a different way...
IN THEIR OWN WAY...
Wanting to say...
Life is full of hardships...
Of things or people you want to hate...
But if you don’t pay attention to those hurtful things...
You will see another world...much smaller...
Full of many small things... only these things are ones to...LOVE...