To live...
The soaring eagle reaching onto the cerulean heights
The whispers of the eucalyptus trees carried safely by the wind
The chill of the December air with its misty morning
Amidst this peace lives humanity in all its chaos
A thousand dreams with every heartbeat
For every dream unfulfilled, a yearning lingers
Every breath in a scramble to make dreams come true
Life becomes the respite between the rush
Trampling life, dream tries to live
Only to realize it needs life to live.
Lifelessly we live on