HeroInGreen

curled onyx hair weaved around a girl's shoulders a newborn is being hospitalized crying the nurse is not present the girl comforts the child her needy cries silenced as the girl slowly rocks her standing, watching, vigilant like a mother hawk the girl smiles and the newborn grasps her finger as if to say "Thanks, nice to meet you." and as the newborn drifts to slumber the girl; mother has a single thought so as not to disturb "Welcome to the world, baby girl. Good luck."

adolescent dreams of police cars and fire trucks white knights on gallant horses saving the world one life at a time that's what most think when they imagine a hero that is not the case for a boy of 17 he knows that a hero doesn't always face peril have a horse or shining blade a hero to him are the friends who always stay by his side no matter the consequences a hero to him is the girl he loves she is more amazing than she could ever think a hero to him is the mother that always cares no matter how many times she's hurt him a hero to him are the brothers he never had different skin does not ma

All was silent on a fresh patch of railroad track the new ties and rails glistened but if one listened closely enough they could hear the soft patter of a feline's paws The whiskered noise of the animal twitched at this new arrival of unfamiliar steel scent lingering in his territory He then perked his head; a faint light crept upon his eyes his tail twitched as he sank to the ground ears flat to his skull the light grew and the track shook The engine came barreling down the rails its whistle piercing the air yet the cat stood his ground ready to pounce The distance closing between it and the animal fear suddenly stru

The reds and pinks of a new morning's skyline show of the day ahead -------------------------------------------- The calming silence of a wintry landscape; snow falls to the ground -------------------------------------------- An owl perches in a hallowed oak tree, telling the night of its tales

A very strong yet fragile thing This entity we know, As powerful as any king Who rises from the low To lead his people from the bad and straight into the good But this thing that's known as silence Can fall just as it stood. For every wise man comes to know Although it's quite absurd That something strong as silence Can be shattered with one word.

I, the weary traveler Roamed the spiritual plane Time seemed to stop As the sun and moon ceased To rise and set Frozen in a twilit abyss I carried on, unaware Of the beast that lay ahead. Many had spoken of how the monster's Armor could grant the wish of the wearer, but none had succeeded in retrieving it. As my feet carried along, The beast had noticed my presence. I came to a halt As it bellowed out into the air "Who dares to enter my realm? Perhaps Yet another foolish mortal determined To slay me for my armor?" With my intentions true, I responded "No, beast. I have not Come for your armor." It reared its serpenti

I wonder if the Burning leaves of autumn Know of their beauty. ---------------------------------------- Deserted wasteland A single green stalk is seen Growing against fate