Inspiration
What is it that drives us
Is it our goals of future happenings
Or is it a balance of random thoughts
Added to a mix of what we desire
Interesting as it is we may never know
For all we are aware of
Fate could be pulling the strings
Pushing us forward to what we apparently like to do
Each of us fall in line somewhere
Enjoying one activity more than another
With skill and practice we become better
At what we love
What makes us do these things is the object
The intangible feeling of joy when achieving success
At what we are inclined to do by reward
Dealt after the enthusiasm
For only God knows why we are
And what we are truly good at
Maybe we are all good at inspiring others
To do what they love
By doing what we love
Through the gift of inspiration
The Glass
Some may say
The glass is half full
And others nay say
Insisting it is half empty
True there is a liquid
Contained in half of the glass
But the other share
Holds something different
Transparent atmosphere
Flows sincerely clear
Keeping the glass full
Whether it be solid, gas, or liquid
There is absolute matter
In the glass
Which fills to the brim and over
Therefore when it lessens one form
It gains another
Of something else
But, still something
Life, as a Moment
A boy looks to the leaves
In the crisp days of fall
And observes the changing colors
Of the forest
As each day passes
The leaves become more beautiful
The turning of the leaves,
Or foliage
Eventually the leaves turn brown
They dry up and cease to exist
Yet their dead casts remain on the ground
Underneath the trees they fell
Here they lie,
Their previous beauty
Is only a memory
The boy passes through life
Into adulthood, and next elder
No longer blossoming,
His youth is calmly fading
And now, his time is ending
Nearing his last breath
He sees a leaf fall
Unto a pile of others,
Smothered by another
He notices the leaf is not brown
It is still quite yellow
Having fallen too soon
Defeated by a gust of wind
Realizing the full life he had
Grateful for the opportunity
To turn brown
Aware some do not make it there
Here lasting on the tree
To the last stage
And falling to the ground
To lay with the rest
Underneath the trees they fell
