I hurt inside and feel wonderful to all around me.
Pain in the pores of the heartless
I am but a shadow of the most beautiful tree in all the world that people come from miles to gawk at. They don't see how I hurt inside from the shame of being envious of my maker and the hate of the sun that moves me from day to day. I am despised by onlookers who wish that light ruled the Earth. But light is what fuels the darkness of shadows. I am just an extinstion of this tree that dances like thousands of ballerinas in a pit of fire when the wind blows with furious anger. Leave me to embrace my sin and live my death every day as a shadow of this exquisite life.