Change

Do you seek the answers of tomorrow
Do you sing every song in your way
Do you dance to this rithim
Do you color your own mind
Do you let the wind take you away
Do you walk through the lands
Do you even look beyond

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Listen, there is a new melody
Hear, the wind has changed
See, the colors are brighter now
Feel, shapes are not what they seem
Patience, asnwers will come across
On your way to freedom


Maaike Ross

The Owl

The nightfall, never seemed so sudden. Just a glance, a wide beam of sunlight, gave the sky an emerald blur. The stars of the North returned once more. Her cream colored bill hidden in the camouflaged feathers. Attempting to put them in the right place. A shiver down her spine and she stared into the darkness. Revealing the mysteries of the night. Eyes pouring fire-blaze, she never closed them. Looking up to the sky, searching for the stories behind the glinstering lights. The silver moon was broken, weakend she shone above the forest. Were the creatures of the night, were wandering around. A cold wind from the West, changed the game of the hunters. Running around, swiftly moving. She watched them from her branch, endlessly. She could do this forever. But she knew it was time. Taking a breath, shivering her body and her feet moved up and down for a few seconds. Then she spread her wings, showing the beautiful paterns to the world. But no one was there to see it, just the creatures of the night. They payed attention to this animal of wisdom. She moved her wings swiftly up and down. Around the branches, up to the sky. With a little bit of fog following her tail, she rised above the forest. She floated on thin air. Making a path through the white fog. It was silent now. Like they were waiting, as if they knew what was coming. Where was she going? What was her destination on this dreadful night? But she soared restless, making not a sound as she moved on. On to the highest tree, somewhere in this forest. She used her wings to land savely at the top of the tree. She blinked and looked over the forest, her domain. Then she looked up to the sky and the fog disappeared. Now she could see the stars. For ages humans stared at these stars just like she stares at them right now. But there is a difference. Humans don't search for the Tales of the stars. They only look at them as if they are objects, nothing more than a small piece of the Sun, born in dust. But the Owls know the Tales of the stars and they can tell them like no other creature can and will ever do. She concentrated her eyes at the sky. And then she raised her voice. Telling the entire forest of ancient stories. There on the treetop, where old myths will be revealed. Humans of tomorrow: stars don't prodict the future, stars tell myths of wise lessons that will be learnt again. It's the mysterious bond between animal and nature.
The Owl and the Stars.

Statues

Do you ever have the feeling you don't know someone at all?
Have you ever met a person who has a heart of stone?
A person that you can't get to.
You never really know what he or she feels and thinks.
About you.

Well I met a guy who is exactly like that. And I have to tell you, I don't really get along with him. I call them 'statues'. To me, they are made out of stone. It might sound weird, maybe even harsh, but it's true. Usually, I can feel or.. notice how a person feels. The minute there is something going on, I 'smell' it. But you won't be able to tell that I notice these kind of things, because I simply won't let you. Hehe...
Anyway, back to Mr. Statue. When I first spoken to him, well it's weird. He's treats you as if you are air. It's like you're not even able to touch him, like there's an invisible sheild around him. NO ONE can touch him. That's how he acts, anyway. If he gets angry, you don't want to be near him. And boy, he gets pissed! Like this one time, I forgot about something. And the minute I told him, it was like thunderclouds came out of nowhere. I would've ran away if I could! But... his face.. he stayed cool. But also silent. And that's what statues do, right. They are cool, cold, silent, unable to move. It freaks you out. But their faces. They can tell stories that remind you of why they are statues. If they would come alive, it would be like a nightmare coming true. Because no matter how hard you try, no matter what you say, statues can't be stopped. And they won't walk with you, holding you hand and sing songs about the bees and the birds. You are nothing but air to them... just air.
Unexpectable. Another word that truely fits their personality. Like this afternoon, I called him. And... waw! After I hung up the phone, there was this weight on my shoulders and it was just gone! He was actually friendly! To me... so I figured he was having a good day. You know, one of those days everything goes smoothly. But then...
I had to come to his office. You know, to take care of some stuff. So I went down there and the one second I saw him, walking. The one second I looked him in the eye. He didn't look back. I was air again.
I don't get along with statues...
So now you're probably curious who this guy is? I'll tell you. It's ... my boss.