Zitat von navre am 22 Juli, 2006, 2336 Uhr

In moments of self refelecdtion, I often wonder what about such things, and if some traditions as much as we wish they would not are slowly dying out. Not because we do not pass them on but because some choose not to accept them. and we can do nothing to force them in their studies.
yet so long as there is but one....there will be many

Untitled.."as of yet"

Long are these nights before us.
Those who stand amidst the dark,
Staring at the night sky in wonderment.
Soft what words are whispered to us by the wind.
Can you hear them,
These words that bring such joy,
To the hearts of many.
Would you stop to listen...
Walk with me under this blanket of night,
Cast silver under the light of the moon.
I could teach you to listen ...
Would you ?
What will become of man,
Should he turn a deaf ear?