And at the end of my sight I saw vast land of dreams, chirping birds, magnificent greens.
Upon the immense trees and the captivating valleys slept an old town.
As my guide were the stars, my boots took me to a place of grace.
Walking through the beautiful streets i heard thunder, clouds of rain.
Seeking for warmth once again.
Luck seemed to be runing out.
Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder and a man leading me to his home.
I followed behind the eye-less blind man as he told me he was waiting for my arrival.
I am but a verse to your story, he said.

Who are you?- I asked
.

He answered with shaking trees, and trembling water. I am the weather, the seas and trees. I am the dirt of life and the smoke from the fire. I'm the eyes of the animals, the wind of the birds.
I was there at the beginning and I will be there at the end.
For I’ve am everything and everything I’ve seen.
Some call me nature, you shall call me seer.

I see you Arthur. Said the blind man.
For what you seek I have an answers.
Let not the ways of this world cloud your judgment.
Let them not corrupt your soul. For you were born with giving heart.
The world you live in can make you vicious, its greed will burn your soul.

Change not your ways due to the troubled days.
Do not become the monster you run away from.
Hear me say;

Help with your heart.
Help not with your mind.
As the heart has no brain to judge.
As our brains act out of Self Preservation.
Wicked nature of the rest.
For true help calls for the loving souls.
For honest help is forged without Recognition.
Selfless act of the giving.
Bare not the agony of betrayal upon it.
For help comes to those in need. As help is not only for the seekers but a interest-less blessing for the hands who give. Some souls ache with need but some souls ache in need to give.
Velvet compass that speaks no lies. Powerful magnet I call mind. May you never merge at the time, when this called "help" passes by.

© Arthur Normal