Vignette 2: Life Blossom

Stone

The stone paths lead onwards
Into a place of food and
Greenery
We stop to catch our breath for
We must keep going
Or else the power
The guard has over
Us
Might be
His food


People

The day goes onward
We go through the
Gate
The one which separates the
Good, Allowed People from the
Bad
No-Badge People
We are all people but
Who we really are is not
Our Substance but
Our Thoughts


Temple

We still walk yet forward
With the good, and the
Bad
The temple is
Quiet
Almost Deathly
But a small child can still
Give Hope
From the Childishness of
A Giggle


Spice

Hot, cool, flavors
Bright, Sunny, Yellow
Fiery, Hot Oranges
A Cool, Relaxing
Green

We must not
Speak
Only focus on what
Food we have
For
Someday we might be left
To make do with
What we don't have