Dead Inside

DEAD INSIDE

Some people “think” they’re alive, but ,as a matter of fact, they’re dead inside.

They’re like scorched, lonesome trees , lost in a world of their own.

Fallen leaves drifting in the winds of indifference.

I mean people who have lost their sensibility to the point of lacking the capacity of wondering at the most simple things of life, such as:

- The bubbling murmur of a winding brook flowing through the woods; Nature’s blood; its crystalline, white veil of water cascading down a stony path.

- The song of birds at daybreak announcing Spring time.

- Walking down a lonely beach, listening to the sound of the crashing waves, breathing the pungent air of the ocean, watching seagulls flying around, being bathed by the flaming light of an amazing sunset.

The twinkling beauty of dew drops lit by the rising sun; like watery diamonds hanging from branches.

- A field in the countryside carpeted by lovely wild flowers.

- The hug of the morning mist that embraces the peaks of the highest mountains.

- The pleasant smell of wet earth after the first drops of a Spring rain.

- The magic perfume of jasmine that fills the air of a moonlit Summer night.

- Being aware that we’re just passing, cosmic passengers that live in a spinning globe floating into the depths of space; the bubble of life.

- Listening to words of love being whispered softly in your ear by someone you just can’t live without.

If the eyes of your soul are blind to the splendor of life. . .

YOU’RE DEAD INSIDE !