You may say all you want about being a farmer, but when a colleague referred me to this link, i was amazed by the figures that were talked off. Just a short but very challenging clip.

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Life's Likeness

Early on a summer morning, beautiful fractions of nature pop out in the glaring morning sun, golden like the idols of pharaoh. The sight of them conjurrs up the beautiful feeling of serenity in our hearts. The shades of colours, billions a times interracting into a spectacular view. Unimaginable magic of God's reality.
Nature at its best with itself, showcasing the potential of glamour it owns. Systematic responses to the intensity of the light, Joy for a new dawn, far off yet just ushering a new era from the insensitive winter. A period when families could not survive to be part of this unique showcasing. A period when toughest of wars is fought to keep that bit of life in nature. A wonder of how nature can be cruel to itself. Scientists say, nature has a way of balancing itself. Every season falls in when there is an imbalance to strike the balance. Only that, the scale goes beyond the balance point and tweets the new era to correct its own correction. Call it the ballards of life, sarcasm beyond comprehension, and yet still we all marvel at it.

 

Life so is like this many flowers that blossom at the goodness of the golden summer sun. As if complete, moments of warmness and joy, success and triumph, moments of merry and celebration. It opens up and lets out the aroma, guiding our lungs and smelling glands into waves of sentimental notes. Our hearts endevour the tickles and our eyes the sight of alternating glitters of the beautiful petals. At times we forget our very existence. The power of nature. But as summer gets in, winter shall return again to strike its mode of balance. Ruthless to joy itself, the maker of the very winter. Will we survive? Its a question of whether we can be able to see that summer morning golden light.

Make the best of the life you have, before the beauty of a humble sun fades away. Before the hunger of a starving winter comes demanding of our lives. A war we fight together, but only a few get to see the dawn of another summer. You have been made special with protective petals around you, to hide the beauty within for the right a time and right a person. Therefore believe you were fearfully and wonderfully made, and make the best out of the life you have.

Reawakening

Solely, minds grow into cold states. Lose of thoughts and creative instincts. That a norm, it happens. Looking back at the sweetness of conveyance you brew and the manner silence took over. Experience can at times tender your resignation from hobbies unlikely to loose. At that point you know that your strength needs a proper reawakening. Therefore, stretch that creative instinct and fuel it over and over forit to ignite. And dont feel like you lost it, just imagine it was a hibernation, a temporary one for that matter.

Its my hope that you will recreate yourself at the end of the reawakening.

Lance

WELCOME!!!

It is with pleasure that I welcome you to SENTIPOENTAL. 

Sentipoental is a great achievement for me. It is special and you being here means more than just the number. It means pride in your interest to come here. 

I would request that you go through the pages on yous right in the pages column to be able to see the works of my heart. Poetry is my heart and through growth I believe that two make a change. Your support is highly welcome and I would be more than pleased to have you as a member. Love is not just a feeling, it is a commitment and that is what love for my work is. Thank you for your support and I hope you enjoy. Feel free to leave your comment and when you are thrilled, invite your friends.

THANK YOU SO MUCH

NYONJE LEVIN LANCE

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