A Spirit life

A stone lying on the edge of a beach,

Then pushed by the wave into the deeper side,

Wants to fawn to the surface and find a life,

But his body can’t move,

The wave always tries to attach him;

Veer his body up and down,

Choke his neck with the thunderbolt hands,

But when he gets the surface,

The giants tread his body.

He always tries to submit with his condition,

Only cries,

And sometimes jealous,

Look at around,

There many stars smiling beautifully,

With beautiful angels beside,

Then he asks his self,

Why I have to wait the angle to take me and give me a life?

They always avoid me,

I will run to take my life with me my self.

And finally I’ll find it with my struggle;

I’ll attack the wave with my strong body,

And the angels will be shocked,

Because i will not a stone anymore

I will be the most shining star after the miserable.

Than he tries to fly,

Use his strong body to attack the wave,

And finally he can reach the world in his hands,

He is the most shining star now.