Thorndance

There is beauty wherever we go, all that's needed is to take the time to realize it. Just stop and see the world around you, and through the pain and difficulty, there is happiness and unity.

I won't keep you waiting with my words.

I wanted to share with you my world.

I call it the Thorndance.

You see, one too many people sit in a world of desecration,

A place where people are diverse,

Where we repeat the verse "We are okay",

And throw a vault over our real selves and lock them away.

They are in a place where they truly live with eyes closed,

But they feel no difference being entrapped in the darkness of their eyelids,

When comparing the grey scale of the world they think they see,

They see a trail of broken hearts and shattered souls,

Where the devil sings his choruses and not a single person feels whole.

This is their world.

This is their curse.

This is their way.

Just lift the veil a bit.

Can't you see the sun?

Just close your eyes, hold your breath.

A light will shine for everyone.

Sometimes you just need to step back to appreciate a work of art.

And that's what our world is.

The universe is just a blank canvas and we are the artists,

Each individual can paint a different picture and see vibrant colour,

The silent artist can draw in pencil sketch and see remarkable detail,
In every trinket and every corner,

The excited painter can throw buckets at the ground,
And see vibrant colours encase the earth.

The world is a music sheet.

Every musician plays a different tune.

Some will grasp the old willow trees and play a soothing melody to ease their pain,

Some will take the hollow rocks and throw them at each other,

Creating shattering vibrations that shape their world,

Some may just sit silently, hear the wind whistle to them.

Sit and hear the glistening waters flow gently to the dream.

The world is a playground.

The mountains shaped into towering monuments in the sandbox,

The sun sets above the jungle gym as the moon rises behind the swings.

The seas gently rock us back and forth to the rhythm and rhyme of our merriment,

And the stars are lit by the sparkles in our eyes, gazing out to the infinite expansion.

The world is a dance floor.

The samba dancers cast circles around the sun,

As do the smooth dancers waltz to greet the moon.

The tap dancers mould the earth,

Along with the culture dancers uniting us as one people.

Different countries?

Different cultures?

Different worlds?

We are all artists on earth.

We all choose how to live together.

We shape it, we make it, we preserve it.

This is the Thorndance,

Because even in a garden of pain,

There is still wonder and beauty.