To sleep sweetly, sleep...

I lay upon the lush grass that grew right up to the tree, and looked up through its leaves and branches as the light shimmied and danced between. A sparkle, a star of light, a flash here then there, all the while the warm colors of the leaves imbued in glowing greens, reds and yellows. The breeze lead a dance of light and color along with the music of the gentle percussion of one soft dying leaf upon another, entwined with the lilting melody of a lone songbird. I sighed deeply and let go of my troubles, those shallow and blown easily away, those deep so they only cooled but stayed. I closed my eyes and the color was gone, but the light show dazzled in whites and reds, and with the songs of the tree and the wind, I fell into natures loving embrace in peace and quiet, and sleep came ever so sweetly.

 

 

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Stand

A line formed to one side and the world stood beside it

judging those who chose one side or the other

for nothing more than that choice.

Most found themselves by birth where they stood

and yet it was found that they too deserved to be judged.

They were bullied, beaten, raped, tortured and destroyed.

The victors were stronger or more driven by hate,

rarely in any way superior that mattered.

In that moment where one was not in focus

stand silent and inhuman before inhumanity.

And this was what mankind was about

deciding the greater and the lesser

and keeping the lesser in its place

for no more reason than it made the lesser feel greater.

How will we judge ourselves

when there is no one left?

 

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