Spadez
Thu Feb 09, 2006 5:40 pm
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 Why Rats leave so quick. |
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A Rat is a small creature brought to this world to bring joy to those who can learn to accept and ignore the Medias poor message about them. Rats understand you when others do not, and though only living a short time, they give us way more love then we could ever give in 100 years.
Their cute disposition and innocent soul suck the rat lovers in. They may become sick and leave so suddenly, but they are always with us. We may mourn, but we must learn to let go.
It may be hard, and many tears you’ll cry. But even if he is gone, he still burns brightly inside of you. All the happy memories will flush out the sad. They come to this world knowing how to love, snuggle, and care. Teach us how to do it, fill us with joy, and then depart.
Rats are strong little creatures, and active in the dark. They often look at us and guilt trip us to take them out and play. Between stealing an entire piece of toast off your plate, or prying your mouth open for any left over crumbs, their little beady eyes steal our hearts and we forgive them.
So just remember, Even though rats stay for only a short time, their love is ten times the amount we could give in 100 years. They come here to teach, and to give. They are there to listen to your every word, and catch your every tear. But once they pass, they will never be “gone”. They will be concealed inside your deepest heart, and flourish it with the happy rather then the sad. We mourn because the body is no longer alive, but we should be smiling because it is their spirit that still burns inside.
Also (I wrote that) i found this poem i wrote, its compeltely off topic but i was liked it.The Forest Fire
The trees sway in the swift breeze,
Its cold and musty, it is as if they shiver,
They quiver in the wind, they seem to know when it comes
Its flames rise over the distant hill,
and the animals scramble.
The heat from its arms melts the ice, that had frozen over the winter falls.
It has no legs , as if it slithers across the moist ground.
No sign of it slowing down it feeds on the trees,
and soars with the wind.
This element out powers us, it always has.
After a feirce battle with the angered soul its put to rest,
Its burnt the trees, smoked the wind,
Its left a trail we dont know where to begin.
Its ashes float in the creek,
and it hasn't even made a peep.
The birds stay silent, the squirrels arn't near.
The clouds arn't moving,
They're frozen with fear.
They watch this disatster end,
and know that soon ,
new life will begin.
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