I know I already posted today but since I'm on a computer I'll post again haha. Well I found this quote somewhere recently and I really liked it. It is as follows:
It's nice to be important, but it's more important to be nice.
Well I hope you like it!
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Cries of Nature
My sister Michelle wrote this a long time ago:
Cries of Nature
A bird cries aloud in pain, from the depth of her soul.
The hurt and anguish comes in song,
The sadness leaves her cold.
The loneliness and sorrow in tune,
She trembles as she sings.
The pain is almost too hard to bear,
She folds her broken wings.
But from pain a sweet song is sung,
A song gentle to the ear.
It heals each heartbreak
And touches those who hear:
So sing, let your songs be sung.
Cry, little bird, cry.
Through your pain others will heal,
And one day, you will fly.
A beautiful flower is picked
In perfect youthful bloom,
But then is crushed, the blood is squeezed,
She cries out in painful gloom.
Her velvet petals are no more,
Her stem is thrown aside.
She cries until no tears are left,
Till there’s no place to hide.
But through her death perfume is made,
The fragrance enraptures all.
Bringing smiles to saddened hearts
Through the droplet be small.
So cry, let your fragrance spill,
Weep, pretty flower, weep
Through your death others will love,
So just quietly sleep.
Cries of Nature
A bird cries aloud in pain, from the depth of her soul.
The hurt and anguish comes in song,
The sadness leaves her cold.
The loneliness and sorrow in tune,
She trembles as she sings.
The pain is almost too hard to bear,
She folds her broken wings.
But from pain a sweet song is sung,
A song gentle to the ear.
It heals each heartbreak
And touches those who hear:
So sing, let your songs be sung.
Cry, little bird, cry.
Through your pain others will heal,
And one day, you will fly.
A beautiful flower is picked
In perfect youthful bloom,
But then is crushed, the blood is squeezed,
She cries out in painful gloom.
Her velvet petals are no more,
Her stem is thrown aside.
She cries until no tears are left,
Till there’s no place to hide.
But through her death perfume is made,
The fragrance enraptures all.
Bringing smiles to saddened hearts
Through the droplet be small.
So cry, let your fragrance spill,
Weep, pretty flower, weep
Through your death others will love,
So just quietly sleep.
Sunday, February 8, 2009
Fun!
Last night me and Katrina decided to bake something, but we didn't have any eggs, margarine, and only enough milk for breakfast. So we found a cake recipe that didn't call for any of those things. As we were mixing the dry ingredients with the wet ingredients, Katrina tasted it and asked,"Did you put the 2 cups of sugar?" To my horror I realized I hadn't! So we quickly added it. Then we watched "Never Been Kissed" for our weekly movie. The cake turned out yummy. Oh, I just realized that I got visits from Europe, Brazil, and the Philippines. Probably from the links in Chris&Tete's blog or Marianne's blog.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Old Photos
The other day I found these pictures in Kidland #21 in Infostore, so I copied them off of it. They were a super long time ago. Vincent is 6 and I'm 4. Now he's 14 and I'm 12, so it was around 8 years ago.
Monday, February 2, 2009
Happy Birthday Te-te!
Sorry this is two days late but I didn't know it was your birthday until I saw yours&Chris' blog and Marianne's blog. Well happy belated birthday anyways! Hope you have a really good year and I hope that we can be there for your wedding:D love you lots.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Photos of Angel
Today I went in the backyard with Angel, and she looked super cute with her striped scarf and sunglasses so I took pictures of her. Well I only took the first picture, mom took the second one. She's super cute, isn't she?
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