The Boy In The Wood

I see the lights in the tunnel, which is like the early morning sun, I feel the bris in the woods, and I sense the energy of redemption. I thought it was just a dream but one in which I never wanted to get up, let no one wake me up from my dream. In my soul, I feel and hear the cries and chaos of suffering, like me, but I don’t want to be a part of this suffering. But then life, as is said, ‘ is made up of thorns and also made up of steel’, so tough and difficult to operate, it becomes so hard as though one is trying to cook stones, knowing fully well that it will be impossible for them to become tender.  Back in the woods there appeared this fearless and awesome creature who paraded with an aureus of greatness so distinct and niched with superb colors with its brown and black hair which dangles like the early morning grapes on the farmer's farm. Still, I never want to get up from this dream, it’s my birthright to savor all that nature has provided me with. , The woods, oh yes, the woods,’ he said,’ an extraordinary motion which clings to the branches of the trees, which ignites the uniqueness of togetherness and oneness. Life is never as simple and beautiful as the dangling beauty of the leaves as the wind blows, pulling away the leaves from one end of the forest to the next. Once it meets with another brand of leaves, it blends as it flies so swiftly and gently. The wind understands what happens in the woods. Because there is a special connection between the elements of nature. One can’t do without the other. They understand each other but it becomes so difficult for the heart and mind of man to understand their needs and wants. But the four elements of nature all know what they want and need as they move through the different motions and perfect fiction with love. Love is as old as the pyramids found in the desert. Love savors its beauty not from what you see but from the soft bris which whispers deep within your heart! Oh, love, it brings love closer and nearer to those who lack it, it heals deep wounds and restores the shattered pieces together, it hears the cries and chaos of suffering, and each and every day it tries to reach their hearts to comfort them and wipes away their tears and whispers in their ears “nothing that was made incomplete in their lives will be made complete and that all that they are going through now will soon be a memory to celebrate”. Love is always present here, bringing the message of hope and restoration. Everything was built on the foundation of love. What a life he wondered as he moved onwards. The beauty of the world is hidden in the woods, nature, as it said, is full of surprises, but I wonder how all of this came into existence. There is never a reason and a new life for each and every thing created and alive and healthy. I have seen and conquered my fears, life now is far different. As it was before, I met the one I love. It was a miracle, a dream come through to really be in love. He knew I understood where the strange feelings kept coming from whenever I thought of her. The lights in her eyes, the energy which flows through her body whenever I touch her, the smile of restoration which speaks only of love whenever I kiss her lips, and the hope that she is mine and mine alone keep me from wandering and looking around because I stopped searching the very moment I found her.