a teardrop.a dewdrop. a hope.

just imagine...
whispering sound of the soft breeze
leaves dancing around their mother tree
dripping sound of dewdrops through the morning sunshine
sparkling dewdrops lay peacefully across the leaves
awaiting a new day yet to come

beyone their imagination
sigh. doesn't that feel amazing? that is why i like sunday's, just imagine beyone the forest...

its just so lovely.
guess i'm just missing out the time of my life huh? yeah. really am.
but we could never find something like that around here, imaginations are hard to fullfill

when reality,

is a piece of junk
truth.
we see cold hard breeze blowing through.
the forest.

left in just a pure drop of water,
lying on the cold hard leaf that is left,

a teardrop.a dewdrop.a hope.
a combination of all
hopeless

melodies of nature has faded away
the forest left silence
is no longer part of nature

what we have done to nature
slowly taken away

for survival

i want.

to live.