It would be nice to meet honest people, them that can have fun best when being theirself, those whom points to the south, and live in the south, that speeks with a tounge, that knows not to decieve, and knows not to take kindness for weakness, for shameful are them that catches one in such humble moments, and disrespect such precious gift, for the true meaning to kindness shall become something viewed upon in a history class, for days of that once was, will not be of what gives you the beauty of nature. Watch life in times as it changes, the less the people are in such manner of honesty, as man kind becomes more less to appreciate in company, waste becomes upon the streams, fish are few to find , poluted is the mind, and so is the water,when the smile are not true, the fields no longer shows it's beauty, flowers are not seen, streams shall not flow, the morning air will not be fresh, for all this to continue to live, one must walk into life seeking to be true to others, and party like hell when the nite is young, and when the flow of the stream is heard, and the morning air is fresh, let the path one walks, guide them to a spot where the fish are at play while natures at it's best, and filled with awe of all their joy, peaceful are such minds, let it live in our journey,and when you leave your body of prison,your spirit will know such places of joy , for your enterself is the harvest of the crop, the body will be only soil for other things to be, yet the spirit shall be that for all to know and see...Twistedwalkinstick..aka: author unknown