The morning rain spreads Autumns fragrance that seem to tickle my nose like a candle at night. Mother natures tears seem to glisten in the tree tops like a silver that shimmers in the suns glow. Creating a fantasy land of my dreams
Yet the small blessings and wonders of this world are over shadowed by the plight of human ignorance and hate. A world that once thrived on freindship and community as with drawn in their burrows and have become a society of hate, judging, and money for free. The world has come to the first gate that opens to start the end of days in my feelings.. for society cannot thrive on these aspects of their existence.
Rambling of news and gossip make this old body tired, shall go stand on the porch and get lost in mothers natures wonders and tune out this cruel world. Prayers or blessings to all, and find your peace for the weekend..
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