Sound of mind,

is sound of soul

and an open spirit,

With open dreams.

A tale of wonder

Is a sight to see,

Unwavering hope,

and unwavering strength.

A world which the eye doesnt see,

a tale,

a poem waiting to sprout.

As ones creation

sprouts without a doubt.

Open your eyes so you can see,

Open your ears so you can hear,

Open your mind to what you hold dear.

A tale, a poem in unwavering dream...

A serpent laid his body upon a branch that came from a tree. It was full of fruits that weren’t touched by the people. “The snake bit one,” as I said for I was the one who crumbled under the venom. It took a hold of me like a blooming bud without passion, love, or knowledge of what had taken control of me. Though only mission I had to do know. Was to eat the fruit I shouldn’t touch for it wasnt a ...