ChelsCat

Now just look at that little bird perched on top of a small branch on a vast tree. Where exactly in the world is that bird? I don’t know. Neither does he. But I do know that wherever he has found himself on this earth, He is happy there. For, if he were not, he would simply fly to a place where he was happy. That’s how it is for birds. Simple. It certainly seems to contrast how us humans have it does it not? But why must it so? Why can we not leave a place we figure we dislike, And fly off to somewhere where our heart desires with ease? Why, for us, must life be so complex? Why is it so unnecessarily difficult to be happy? Why ca

   The ancient god, China, wails out the tune of the Erhu, crying out lonely calls, the sound desperately pacing across the clouds. Looking, searching for someone. Or something... It echos for miles, never being heard, only by the cranes that preen next to their rivers and guard the waters.   Somewhere deep in the forests among the bamboo and tall grasses, a stone Dragon stirred, awoken by the soft sound emanating from the mountains. It felt the slight tremor of the earth from the drum beating within the mountain’s aged skin. It cracked open it’s eyes to what may look ordinary to a being of the present time, even peaceful, but a