Its' wild world

It's Friday afternoon, and the sun is finally shining over London. The temptuare is not hot, however is warmth enough to spend the lunch hour in a park at Chancery Lane, overlooking a green grass and old buildings. The noise of birds singing are so welcome in my busy mind, that I can just let it go for few moments and forget who I truly am. Only sound and nature.

Sometimes we only forget that the simple things are so amazing and can fulfill our inner self so deeply.

Outside the world is burning In it's chaotic deprivation. Bridges following apart in US. Plain crashes in Brazil. Flood over Britain. War in Iraq. Poverty in Africa. Global Warming every where we go. Every door we step in. The tax increasing, housing prices increasing. The money shrinking. Water and petrol being abused.

I can help but wonder, where can we hide? Hide from this big smoke of chaos and fear?
Where do we go when the stars start to follow?
Where do we go?