Amateur scribbles

Straight and knot less tree face the first axe. Fate is like finding gems while you were working on pebbles. Stars can't shine in sunlight. 

The venom from the snakebite in your dream cant kill you.

How hard a weed may try, he fail to stand a place amongst the flowers.

Is this real is this dream, that I meet you here. Still mind of mine is stirred, potion to my ailing heart. I wish I leave thousand years thus. Sweet the river that flows, beauty like a deer yonder. On the trees yonder hills, rays of shine slip through. I wish thousand years thus.

Accomplishment is reaching the summit of the hill where the heart has already left  foot prints.

"At the sun up, she forgot the firefly that helped her through the last night's darkness.