Constellations

He stared down the mountain His back to the setting sun He was weary and footsore His journey had been a difficult one He had traveled for decades Along a twisted, winding road With so many forks that he lost count With enough obstacles so he never got bored He filled his lungs with the mountain air Feeling calmer than he had ever felt The time was long gone when he was afraid After all, there was worse with which he had dealt He started down the mountain And contentment filled his heart As he surveyed the road With which he would soon part He had faced every challenge Passed every thing single test Now he waited for the darkness to come So that he could finally rest.

Learn to live from the river The mighty river following along The river that passes through the mountains To the beat of its own song Born of the rocky mountains It becomes sturdy and strong As it makes its way into the valley To the beat of its own song It leaves the mountain independent Knowing the difference between right and wrong Pouring into vast pains To the beat of its own song It never looks back   Of the past it would neither think nor long It just keeps straining to its goal To the beat of its own song It carves its own path Without so much of a knock or ding-dong Flowing through the busy cities To the beat of its own song It never gives up, never stops Even when things are murky it doesn't bang a gong It simply slithers into the sea To beat of its own song Learn to live from the river The mighty river flowing along The river that rushes without any rest To the beat of its own song.

It is only three letters long And yet it can last for so many years It's only three measly letters Yet it brings so much blood and tears So many lives it claims So many others it tears apart Three letters are all it takes For a new era to start 'W’ stands for wonderful Though it is anything but Death and destruction are all it brings Along with coupons amount of hurt 'A' stands for awesome Though awful is more like it It slowly drains away all joy Crushing it bit by bit 'R' stands for reasonable Though it can never be so named The losses sustained are always too heavy And very little is ever gained Together they spell WAR A word like no other When blood and death are all you can see When you mistrust your own brother It's only three letters long And yet it ruins many a life It's only three measly letters Yet it spells a tale of pain, sorrow and strife

He turned his great grey head As his sharp eyes scanned his home The empty wasteland that stretched below Was one the place where wild beast would roam   But now there was hardly a plant in sight The ground was crack and dry It had not rained for so very long Oh, how he wished to hear the peacock's cry!   He should be following the lion Waiting for the remains of his prey Or stalk the local wolf pack Though they weren't great help on that fray   He should be soaring with his family Flying over the tower of silence And feed on the dead and decaying For he hated all forms of violence   But his family was long gone And so were those glorious days Mankind had killed them all By harming the environment in so many ways   He was the lone survivor The only vulture left And now that good was scarce He had to lower himself to theft   As he spread his great black wings to leave his perch   Hi...

Call them figments of your imagination Refer to them as your goal Think of them as nothing more than animation Or consider them but a silly notion You cannot deny their importance to the soul See them during the day while awake Or see them with your eyes closed They are your one belonging that none can take They shall always be there like an ever-present lake Never to be dried; never to be hosed Dare to see them, dare to make them come true Keep moving, keep straining, don’t fear getting hit There will be times when life’s wan, grey and blue But happiness shall always come when it’s due ‘Cause in the end, dreams make life worth it