And whenever I feel down and too alone, I rise up and seek the sun that melts the frost, seeking to find birthdays lost Upon the earthen ground amid twigs and pebbles of all kinds, the ant labored long. And I peered closer to see the huge fragment of leaf that the ant was diligently dragging with incredible strength. Many others were passing'by with ease. They were carrying easily, food and debris of lesser weight than themselves. This ant struggled far with one large morsel of food, pushing, pulling with undaunted will upon a crooked path back to its hill.
Darkness embosses it mark on precious life.
Enslavement, brutal offense to flesh. Resentment and agony of despair for life slipping into the dungeons of fear, innocence becomes so paled. And innocence thus horned makes a last grasp for control. The victims demand vengeance, and the children once again, become lost Called forth from sweet emptiness in the straw, I arose to proceed upon a tree bearing gifts. I happened by, and my appetite ordered me to flutter the tree feeder for a radiant crimson apple.