Fair Flying

Some say it's peace that lingers here; Some say it's passion that glows clear, And I'll remember it always as something bright With hidden hopes for our eyes to fight Against the invasion of fear.

I stepped out into the snowy stillness and all I could feel was hope. I knew my whispers would be heard as shouts.  I let the wind carry my voice to the clouds. The stars would hear too, if they listened close, and the moon would bend her beams to shield us from snow. The sun was leaving, but he left the skies teeming. The sun has left for now, but he will always be there to beckon us home.

Think back. Think back as far as you can remember, and then some. What was your first memory?  Do you recall your first heartbeat? Did it beat like a drum? A feeling? A fleeting fall? Is there something that stands out? Is there anything at all? Now look a little closer. What do you see? Is it joy? Is it love? Is it sky? Is it sea? Is it pain? Is it sorrow? Was it yesterday? Is it tomorrow? Look me in the eyes and tell me these things mean nothing. Look me in the eyes, because I can tell you they mean more than something. You are life. You are strife. You are stronger than any knife, or blade or sword that can cling  to skin that refuses to sting. Please don't forget any of it; Don't forget a single thing. Never forget where you came from. Never forget those who made your life great.  Never forget those who did their best to defend everyone, even when others were full of hate. Never forget the people who raised you, even with all the