Consider the lilies of the field, They toil not, nor do they spin, For the rock ages waters their roots, Allowing them to dance under the heavens.
The roots of the weeping willow are deep, Going straight to the heart of the matter, Clinging to river banks, battered by floods, Enduring the unendurable year after year, Nonetheless, somehow, she manages to thrive, Her long leaves showering others during the dry seasons.
Death is but a door Once you are gone forever On one seems to care The next post will be If they drank coffee or tea Or movie to see They planted a tree The weather is [blank] degrees It is four twenty
Death is a state of mind, No different from falling asleep, But, that doesn't answer why it is so difficult to embrace.
To tweek your thinking Taking time to be precise Unlock ideas Yields the best results Best creative juices form Procrastination
I am pretty hyped Alot is at stake for me My heart is pounding. My song is playing It's Rage Against the Machine A battle of wills
That is good advice Disney characters are smart But not all of them That little Dwarf guy Dopey was his name I think Maybe I'd skip him