Ramblings (Pt. Tres)

Shades of grey lack color and clarity.
The brightest of colors brings out the humanity of life.
I wonder how our world would be if we lived in a world of grey days.
I think I like this world of color more.
Don't you?

I have hiked the hills.
I have explored the dales.
I have climbed the tree.
I have tasted her fruit.

Not everyone who wanders is lost.
Not everyone who sleeps is dreaming.
Not everyone who stumbles is falling.
Not everyone who leaves is gone.

I remember yesterday when I walked past the wren. He sang for me a wonderful tune. I stopped, and I listened. His heart sang, not ashamed who was around. And for a moment, I heard him cry. It was early in the morning, before the city awoke.

Rambling words are like a bubbling brook. Sometimes it is good to listen to while passing time by. However, given enough time, the will erode away the will like a river to rock over time. What's my point? Choose your words wisely. They can nourish, and they can devour.