A way back home.

The other day I met these people. 

 

The first person I met looked happy, standing half hidden, 

midst the tall plants in the jungle.  

There was beautiful decoration on his face, 

though he did not seem martial.

 

There seemed to be abundance everywhere.

The plants, colors and sounds of the jungle filled the air. 

 

Higher up in the foliage was this bird of stunning colors.

It was singing and they seemed to be conversing peacefully.

                                  I felt peace and balance there.

  

 

In a short while, the wind started whistling an angry tune.

Leaves flew about, frail and defenseless in the wind.

 

The storm hit with a rage.

The face of the storm mirrored itself everywhere.

 

 

Hunched, snarling and, most of all, lonely…it walked everywhere.

Behind the scowl was a desperate need to find a way out.

Away from the predators.

 

                          A tiny voice set everything right once again.

                                          The sky grew blue once again.

 

 

“Baby, no…you won’t ever be lost as long as Mamma is here.”

Together they trudged on beneath the acacia trees to join their tribe.

 

 

“He who has a why to live can bear almost any how.”

Friedrich Nietzsche

  

Hope you enjoyed my interpretation of my paintings this week.

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PPF

AJED

CED

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