Life
Can you see what I see?
The unknown future, that comes like the wind with powerful gusts. The wind moves, and
changes the soul of man. Like the changes of the desert terrain from the movement of its
sands. The decisions of hills create chapters of mountains that ride the ridges of hearts to the
valley of feelings that can awake the sleeping beast, the volcano’s anger. The words of lava
flow down the valleys ears, turning feelings to ashes, as the mountains foundation cracks
and crumbles from the lava rocks blows. The tears of rain fell from the dark clouded skies
rolling down the ridges of hearts as a river of pain washing away ashes that was once
feelings as the once prideful mountain is reborn into the decisions of hills create chapters of
mountains that ride the ridges of heart to the valley of feelings that can awake the sleeping
beast, the volcano’s anger.
Author: Jaspery Jones Jr.
J Two
Date: June 5, 2009
Copyright © Jaspery Jones | Year Posted 2009
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