Life’s a painting I’m always remaking, I will be content in the evening, but restless by morning.
I blend of the dry grass, And dark bark. A brownish yellow work of art. With grace and oval eyes. The foundation of a forest.
I’ve found, half of time, happiness is a choice.
They have captured hearts, And we have captured them. Even the powerful can be canned. All due to there need for food, Of which soul taking is a nesscaity. The pale color a rarity of its kind, There is beauty on the outside, But what is felt within?
Everything doesn’t have to get done at once.