(My favorite spot)
My favorite spot is facing forward to the mountains, the clouds light shadows on the lake, the fountains of lava and the trail of ancient trees. Half the lake is gloomy and dark. The other half is bright to the horizon. I wonder what that means. My life is so complicated, like this park. In plain sight it looks wonderful; decent.But once you get up close you can point out every single flaw. And i hate that. People are often judged, this park is more of a lost cause compared to the Sparks Marina Park. It is such a lovely sight, even up close. Not to mention that people can actually swim in the water.
(Marina/ WildNatureImages.com)
And I wonder why can't we be like the marina. Well we can't afford to think like that. I can't, nobody can, nor the lake. All that's left is to accept yourself and find your own beauty in your own way. You can't strive to be like someone else. I've learned that the hard way. You can spend all your life trying but I promise you won't suceed. Its time we stop putting ourselves down and be our selves because thats what makes us worth wild. I wouldn't want to be anyone else but me. I love each flaw I have because that is exacly what makes me different from you.

(My favorite tree)
Theirs one tree in particular that I like. Its not so glamorous at all. The bark is faded grey, with not so many leaves. The wounds of branches ripped put from time to time. It slowly starts to fade into the sky. All of the trees surrounding it have just started to change into trees that look like their on fire.
However this tree seemed to be past that awkward stage and into a more appropriate apperance. To me thats rather strange because this is the only one I have seen this way. I see this tree differently. I placed my hand on the tree and it feel't cold, like if it were dead. As we all know trees are very much alive but you see this tree is very dead. I see this as another one of lifes victums. This tree must have been exausted of living. It watched, feel't, smelled and tasted this horrible world and could not bare to stay alive anymore. So now it waits, patiently, for a sign to return.
After some time it is reborn in hopes of a better life where it is full of so much joy. Then again it is just a tree, who has simply changed as the season has.
But read closely to what I say, everyone has gone through so much and I'm afraid no one will ever understand you or your stuggle in life. But that is what makes you stronger. Realize nobody has it easy, never underestimate or judge the life of somebody else, you never know what battle they might be fighting.
Hope is what keeps us alive.
Hope is what keeps this park alive.
(The tree that looks like its on fire)





