He's better than I am.
Kinder, wiser, much more patient...
It's the patience and kindness that I can't help but envy
I'm so quick to judge.
Others must earn my kindness.
He's one of the rare and beautiful souls that will leave the world better than he found it
It's in his nature to plant seeds in every footstep,
While others trample life beneath them.
He's the Greek goddess who was so lovely that flowers sprung up wherever she went.
But he's different.
He's beautiful on the inside
He leaves something substantial in his path.
Flowers are pretty and fleeting,
but he plants oak trees behind him.
The trees he leaves thrive for centuries, they grow tall and strong and beautiful
Generations upon generations see his trees and they love them
He will leave forests in his wake and maybe no one will know that these forests are his...
But that's not why he leaves them.
Planting seeds in his footsteps is in his nature and I believe that's why I might love him.

Often the ones who hate themselves the most,
Are the very same people who are the most loving.
They give out their love like giving bread to birds,
They throw it all away and forget to keep any for themselves.
That is why it is up to us to give them some of our bread,
no matter how stale,
To those amazing people who have nothing left to eat.

Beat
The sound of the heart
Beat
The steady drum that determines the time and rhythm of our life
Beat
This heart is a token of our life that we all possess
Beat
It sends life blood, shooting through arteries and streaming inside our veins
This persistent *beat beat beat
determines whether we live or are considered dead
If we are all moved by this immensely powerful *****
That beats for life
love
hope
and what could be,
Why do we insist on treating one another less than our equal
This hearts that beats cries for what we all want acceptance and love...
If we want to initiate change we need to have a discussion
But after feeling pride that we CAN recognize that there needs to be change and doing nothing for the injustices we see
We need to decide how much of our heart are we willing to give to another
to make this change happen
We will find that we cannot give what we do not have, and in order to have, we must give away

*Beat

Dear Flower

you
small and fragile
still and beautiful
do not let anyone down

you are not afraid
of the strong wind
or unfortunate accident

even when someone crushes you
you leave them with your colours
and with your scent

I would pick you
for me to see alone
but from where i am
you seem at home

dear flower,

*I would rather watch you be
than watch you die with me

Love is never gone,
Only the lover maybe.

They often find someone,
More suitable and move on.

There is no point lamenting,
Take it as yet another lesson.

Why stay there where you got hurt,
Surely it was not true love you got.

Still a faint hope stayed,
But it was so clear too.

Be patient like you have been,
There's someone mature for you.