I march with the mud

screaming beneath my feet while

I stomp in time.

As I go,

I observe all the aesthetics around

me.

Even though we're in a

world of pain and agony.

It’s shocking really, as shocking as electricity

that there could still be righteousness

In the world left behind.

You don’t really notice how important

the small luxuries in life are until

it’s too late.

But,

truthfully it's never too late.

We could always start.

For the birds.

For the trees.

For the flowers.

These are all symbols for life itself.

Nature is a living miracle, roaming this earth as we do, spreading its beauty.

And our feet will drag so horribly through the grit and sludge

that they will fall off.

But we must never give in as long as we keep ahold of the thought of tranquility

in the back of our minds. I march, march, march.