Our Mind
Work Like
A Garden
That
Accepts
Any
&
Everything
We Plant.
Good or Evil
Constructive or Destructive
Our Lives Will Bear
The Fruit Of
The Seeds
We Plant In
Our MInds . . .
God Has Created The Heavens With Constellations
Like Pearls On A Dark Steed.
The Light Ov The Sun Hides Them In The Day
&
All The Knowledge Of Them Is Divined In The Darkness Of night . . .
Nobody grows old merely by living a number of years. We grow old by deserting our ideals. Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.