50 Shades of Brown

One of the most serene places on earth is in the timbers find. I walk the grassy trail until the walk is my climb. Then when the climb is finished I've found my spot. Yes, that one where it's warm and gets hot. Where the rock is cool, and often damp, where only the sun has dared to tramp. The sun has never shone in such a way as today. My thoughts are left here, my mind is clear. As the sun caresses my brown skin, the wind whispers in my ear, other than the chickadee, she is all I hear. This is my spot, it was made just for me. Where my skin goes from caramelized cane, to a deeper hue of butter pecan underneath the Spruce Pine tree. This is my spot my 50 is brown, if you seek my Father, you might catch me around. 

Friendship Like the Sky

The critical thinker, thinks on high. 

The critical thinker, declares friendship is like the sky. 

The proud friend, like storm clouds attempt to overshadow all others. 

Your best friend, your child's friend, your sister, your brother. 

The proud friends say that they'll be right there. 

But like your last balloon ride, they're full of hot air. 

They need their space, but you need their best. 

You need your space, they won't let you rest. 

Seasons and hours most often do change. 

A so-called friend like the formation of clouds rearrange. 

The so-called stand in the way, they pour out life lessons. 

Your True Blu's listen, and pour out sweet blessings. 

Lying in a field on my back, looking to the sky, I watching the sun burn away, as it does everyday. I notice that the clouds are not consistent in shape or form, only in the fact that they fade away. I thought about the similarities between them all, and about friendship.

The sun comes and goes daily, but it's assured that the sun will come. Even if you abandon it, or even if you cannot see it because of the clouds, it's guaranteed that the sun is still there. The sun like a best friend, gives you time to rest, and takes time to take a break from you as well. The clouds are sporadic, and flighty. They provide temporary relief, possibly even from your best friend, but unlike the best friend, they dissipate and leave you with a blank space, a blue space, a void, that only the sun can fill. Friendship is like the sky in a sense. Feel the warmth of your best friend, enjoy the temporary satisfaction of your so-called friends, but by all means do not rely on them to help light your path in the days to come, regardless of how bright or dark the forecast says that those days will be. 

Going,

going,

and, 

gone!

Thanks for being there without my having to ask...