The world is what the world is, for  me.

What I am given, what I take.

What I hear, and what I say.

There is a certain commitment

each of us has given,

to our world, for each of us to swear by

commit to, and write

and live. And promise. I hear it. I have taken my oath.

The forest, where life and death rages

in silence, every minute of every day,

teaches me this:

Learn from the trees and animals, strangers and refugees

in the World Of Fear. Learn from the buds on the bush,

and they will whisper their secrets to you, for just a wish.

We come, we blossom, we bloom,

we fade, we tire, we leave.

I cherish this time, this chance for joy,

the promise of live. Of creation.

I accept my life. I honor my time. Every day, I move from the

World Of Fear,

into the World Of Light.

Just down the path. A few steps away.

Why were you hiding from me? Or was I just to blind to see?