Dark Sunset

In the forest.

Damp and dark.

The Sun is blocked.

Birds stop singing.

In the forest.

Shadows take over.

It is a dark sunset.

It cannot be seen.

Focus

People all around.

Talking! Always talking!

Headphones are on.

They don't seem to help.

Focus. Keep trying.

Deep in thought.

Hurry! Don't wait!

Now think harder.

Don't ever give it up.

Focus. Keep trying.

This is it.

Focus. Keep trying.

Hit "Snooze"
I hit the "snooze" button. 
I once again begin to dream. 
Still awake, but in my own world. 
I don't dream pretty. 
I don't dream of princes on ponies or frogs and kisses. 
I dream of the reality of life and the reality of death. 
Like I said before, I'm in my own world. 

In my dreams, life is always there. 
Death retreats in despair. 
In my dreams, people play fair.
But this can't be right. 
My life isn't perfect and the world…
it doesn't play fair. 

Death sets its trap.
It waits in the shadows. 
Life is ensnared.
It is taken away.
Death leaps out of the shadows.
Then stares at its prey. 
Life looks up, but not at its killer.
Death looks up and starts to shiver. 

Life just smiles and closes its eyes.
For a new Life is born. 
Life is back.
Death is now frightened. 
Life fills my world.
I emerge from my dream. 
My alarm goes off.
The "snooze" button is no longer appealing. 
I get out of bed.
And although Life and Death never play fair, I want to see what happens. 
Right now I really don't care. 
Today, Life is in my favor.
 At this moment, Death is nowhere.

You Can't See Me

I am alive and I am well. I breathe and I have emotions. I smile and I laugh. I walk among you. I do the things you do. I say the things you say. I feel the things you feel. You can't see me. I keep it all in. You can't see the real me.

Meh!
"Meh!" exclaims Count Thickness as he looks to the sky. Oh my! Count Thickness you're a reindeer who is too thick to fly. "Oh my!" said Count Thickness with a heavy sigh. "Why is it that I can't fly? Meh?"

Stockings
Hanging the stockings side by side. When all of a sudden you hear outside a great big "THUMP!!" It's Old Saint Nicholas, you decide. You run back to bed and under the covers you hide, only to hear the jolly old man...chuckle. You heave a great sigh. Relieved you feel, for you've been a good boy. Up on the rooftop you hear a few other noises, a snort, of some kind and some hooves. Again you hear, a great big "THUMP!!". There goes Old Saint Nicholas onto the next set of stockings, hanging side by side.

Winter and Spring
In the Winter, everything seems so naked. But nothing is gone, it's just hiding until that beautiful Spring morning decides that it's time to wake up. Slowly but surely, Spring wakes up and stretches her arms. She yawns and takes in the air. She wakes up the birds and the flowers, and she shakes the trees. "I am here!", she announces. The Sun starts to shine and the snow melts away. The ground starts to breathe again and the foxes resume their play. So now you see that nothing is naked and nothing is gone. Nothing is dead and nothing is wrong. It's just that Winter takes over while Spring is asleep. Now you know. Isn't that neat?