A poem.

Self encouragement.

In all Job’s afflictions, still he “charged not God foolishly”!

We are blinded by things that are tangible. We forget that there are more than earthly possessions that can make us happy.

Sorry if this one doesn’t make much sense but I’m talking about people who own things that they hold to the highest regard. There is no need of this and that is where I am getting at with this.

Art and its whimsical point of view.

It takes a very strong willed person with a sense of authority and force to be the best of the best. This means that the category in which we place ourselves is in a category all on its own.

Dwelling on passing objects, shooting stars and hopeful dreams.

Making the simple complex, and making the ordinary poetic.

Compares nature objects with people.