Good day to the ones who have ound themselves here for a rest of mind and body. A home of thoughts and conceptions that are old and new, founded and devoured by fate and some are here just as they come, a whisp of smoke dancing in the wind.

The days are passing as often as time a new chore comes to pass, a common place among the many and yet a time we take to reflect in the flow of time is but few and some are left with a life never contemplated to a thought. Some times they die as they lived, just a existence without solitude in thought of nothing. Some times they are the ones who leave us with remembrance of a time when duty was a life bound to soulful enslavement. From the ones of great thought and to the ones we hold as real yet are a set of imaginations of the ones we will never know.

Much like times we faced and times we have taken to ourselves I have found these thoughts finding track in my mind as I watch the birds become more and more in the growth and ability, they still amaze me. Though we call them simple, they are in a bliss we will never understand, though we are complex in thought, they are treasure in freedom.

That is the beauty of the things we call life and death, are the moments that show us the beautiful. We live in a human way that takes away the beauty to what we call the simpler creatures live in everyday. From a freedom and bliss of home and love, they have a life many would be envious of and the ones who have become willing to see, they respect the loss of that freedom when gifted with thought.

Then again, who knows as I am just a simple and thoughtless human in a universe of life that is beyond me, much like how chicks see us, a creation they can see, unlike us, we fantasize the unknown, they get to live in it.

Much Love

Your Friendly Ginger From The Woods.