cool-angel

A flower.....blossoms What a vision of beauty, that one clearly sees. A symbol of love. as so many will see you.... will die.....over time. A River......that flows How tranquil and pure you are, like heaven itself And yet so fragile. its form....merely a layer, Easily tainted. A Tree......unyielding offspring of nature and time, So strong, so steady... And therefore constant. merely a rock in the pond. Inescapable......... A Cloud....so unbound Free from such trivial things, how I envy thee. Although your freedom..... is your prison; binding you, In the skies above. Many things, there are.. of what is this....or what

Robin Hood on one occasion being hunting with his men and finding the sport to be poor, said: "We have had no sport now for some time. So I go abroad alone. And if I should fall into any peril whence I cannot escape, I will blow my horn that ye may know of it and bear me aid." And with that he bade them adieu and departed alone, having with him his bow and the arrows in his quiver. Passing shortly over a brook by a long bridge he met at the middle a stranger. And neither of the two would give way to the other. And Robin Hood being angry fitted an arrow to his bow and made ready to fire. "Truly," said the stranger at this, "thou art a fin