This world….
How it calls through the most trivial things

It breathes and is elegant
But like children, we play at progressive ignorance
Marauding, raping, destroying
This world in all its glories
Holds happiness and a piece of paradise for all kinds and alike.

There is no way back
But there are those who wish before the dawn of 'Man'.

The sun, its ocean
With white frost and the sea with its frothing clouds
Eons from our understanding.

There is no harmony in the cocktail of nature and dynamics
There is no truth, no lie

Those who seek 'Mans' world will forever drown is its advancement
Those who seek the beautiful
Seek Earth, seek tranquility

There is a place in which all remember a time
A time in which they recall ambiance
Swam in balance and floated within beauty with eyes wide
Blind to thought persecution

Are we doomed to forever seek our future?
We are doomed in either East or West
But to find under the smallest rock
Under the fallen tree
Amongst the birds
Between the bees, a breath.

A breath that returns us
A breath that fills us
The breath that enriches with colour so bright
We recall a heaven
We relax our grip and fall back into the arms of the utopia

Power and shadow find their world
But the others, the children?

Never always…