Just stories to some...
Words that tell...
But when words take to root.
Begin to grow...
We became attach to its life...
The story of its birth begins..
Then as we watch it’s, not a story..
Or words...
But our hearts is given sight..
To love and feel its breath and pulse
We stare at its beauty..
But also see the weed, that slowly seem to creep..
to rob its growth..
We tug and pull and capture some
Making us watch more close..
The story becomes our life...
But words that fail take no root..
Never become part of their life
Vickie Yannuzzi
6/19/02
Some will read, and its just a story, but to those, who life has touch my own, they become a part of all that I am
Explains the realizations that have given the author the views of living life fully. The life each person dreams about.
You must take a look at yourself before dreams can be reached.
Deciding what is the core of belief.