Bad news spreads like a bushfire
Destroying and darkening the hearts
Of those who would stand within range
Good news falls like a snowflake
The fragile thoughts live only for a second
And then pass into nothingness
A criticism is like royal red ruby
It should be made by those, who are
Perfect and without fault
A secret is like a seed pod
One small gust of wind
And the seeds are spread
A promise is like a storm cloud
Unpredictable until the rain
Has fallen
A memory is like a portrait
A picture of the past
Embedded in thought
A thought is like pure water
Without it
We would be nothing.
