Poetry

The leaves blow around me as i watch the sun fall into a deep sleep and show its most inner dreams amongst the stars 
shaped by forms of beautiful lights that mark a new hope for the next day to come
im soon to fall into a deep sleep as well 
my dreams wont be of today but of tomorrow 
a dream of where i watch my troubles just dissapear into the hands of the almighty 
he is as the sun would say greater then all and does not require these selfish dreams of escaping reality
instead only to release trials in order for the people of this world to know what true grace and mercy is
Everyone has there very own genesis tree and revelation for which they grow upon while living in this ugly yet beautiful world 
The stars only show what has always been there but its the job of the people to create what has not been in existence ..
and that would be dreams ...for it's fate.