Perspective

Your heart sways in the wind like a sleeping poppy flower, that dances for your entertainment.

You seem so still in the meadow, just over- looking the sight of an ocean of flowers and grass flowing with the gust of wind.

Your life seems so perfect, so complete.

And now you close your eyes and hold your hands together to capture the moment you are so grateful to be in.

When you open your eyes the sun kisses your pupils and you seem blinded by the light, and once your sight gathers again you see a scenery of barbed wires and little homes that look as if they are chicken coops.

Such a sight makes your heart burn in the deep depths of sadness, as you see hungry stricken elders and youngsters of all ages roaming like lost souls in an underworld, your soul bleeds a thousand tears and you feel the sadness of a separated family only to be reunited in a gas chamber.

Then you close your eyes to cry, and as you open the weary eyes you see a land of peace and hope. And the once family that was separated by gun men and barbed wires soon meets again with no suffering nor pain.