If dreams are a journey and life is a story.
How will it be told by the master in control?
You choose the path.
Don’t watch and wait.
When you fall, get up and brush the dust of your knees.
You shall not give up,
Don’t stand there in hush.
Your will raise your head high and stand so tall
because who is this master in control?
Life is about pushing the boundaries so listen without frowning.
By Jack Wilson
The Wild
As the sun rose between the two ravines, the trees hung over the cliffs, the water glistened from the light of the sun.
One tree had fallen onto the other side, it was covered in moss and birds flew away as the two ferocious beasts sprinted across.
On the fallen tree, between the two lion like beasts was a girl that had the spirit of a lion inside. She was dashing across the tree. As the girl and lion beasts ran off into the deep condensed misty forest...never to be seen again.
By Declan Tyndall
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