A Life Unscripted

Life has been full of stories to tell, but in my eyes and in my skin the light and the wind never reaches my soul. As there is wall ahead to a road of wonders, forging a path I could never even know. Sometimes the road suddenly shift its course, and when things are blind and when things are void. My instinct knows who to trust and knows who does, Its safer to sense and not be anywhere old. Some bees may not be in your favor, but a flower blooms with its unique fragrance. You may not be a flower but a tree, Who bare fruits sweeter than honey whereas your essence. Nature always finds a way to all things that still breathe, and so the will to continue to fight and evolved.