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I walk along the mountain trail, breathing in the fragrance of Mother Earth. Peaceful tranquility in the sounds of nature that surround me. Morning dew glistening on the leaves, water babbling along it way in the nearby stream, birds singing out good morning to all within their domain.
Traveling farther than any before, I venture deep into the inner forrest, leaving the trail behind and making my own. Being carefule not to intrude to heavily upon Gods hidden playground.
Coming to a beautiful clear blue lake nestled high up in the mountain I make my camp, inhaling the aroma of innocense that surrounds me. I am home .
Blindly trusting anyone, is soon to make you a fool.
To trust in man or not, you alone must choose,
Have faith and believe, and you can not lose.
There is good in everyone, if only you look real hard,
Not everyone you give an inch, will want to take a yard.
Consider if you will, how you want to be treated,
Should not your fellow man, likewise be greeted?
Be ye young or old, matters not at all,
For one day comes, bad and good both shall fall.
Let not that day come, where ye have stood as judge,
Spread not more pain, lest you be judged.
Once into that hole, out I thought I would never climb.
Many years spent, troubles mounting high,
Despair and loneliness, Oh how I cried.
I climbed my way out, fighting every step of the way,
Had a few good years, that brings me to today.
But lo, that demon, of chaos and wrong,
Tries to shackle me with a leash, holding it strong.
Once again bringing pain, to an already fragile mind,
Am I sane or insane? what answer will I find?
Will I win the battle, and break free of his chain?
Am I strong enough still, to survive the pain.
J. C. Caito