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 dreams. A book of magic that sprouts a new beginning. With a wizard or a sailor who knows for sure.
There are stories for plenty waiting to sprout. Upon a piece of paper later I don’t doubt.
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 good burden to bare. I went to the tree pulling of an apple that represented my mind and took a bite. The tree wilted and rotted away and so did mine in a deep depression leaving 2 ripe apples on wilted vines. Then I took a bite of the next apple that was the representation of my body. As I took a bite the tree wilted even more to the point it couldn’t stand and I started to feel gross of myself and the things I have done… So, there was one last apple and I took a bite out of the last one. The apple now represented my heart which as I took a bite my heart turned dark and so did the land and people before it. I started to feel like my family would judge me and I judged myself for doing something that they never knew of. All I could do is weep to God, day and night under a wilted tree over my wilted mind, heart, and body. Then I saw a drop of blood fall upon the tree and the tree sprung alive without leaves but still life. Which I was shocked of. “Has God answered my prayers,” I cried… the serpent hissed and spitted hatred upon the blood that spilled over the tree, as the blood poured all over my mind, heart and body. I felt the blood cleanse my veins from the poison that had held me down in temptation and fear. I felt my soul lift up and I stood below the newly formed tree, even prettier then it was before. Even though the snake is gone. Temptation is still going to linger even cracks fill with anything that spills over them* But even through it all Jesus cleansed my soul…
