Ingles

Shine
Life is something we all share, 
Just like oxygen, in the air. 
The way we live it, is up to us, 
With a negative or with a plus.
Life is something, we should cherish, 
We never know, when we'll perish. 
Live each and every single day, 
Smell the flowers, stop and play.
Life is something, we've been blessed, 
Choice is yours, choose your quest. 
Follow your passions, and you'llbe fine, 
With the right attitude, you will shine.
by AnitaPoems.com

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Paint Your Life
Life is like a piece of art, 
It requires lots of heart. 
Choose your paint and your brush, 
Take your time, avoid the rush.
Before you paint, choose your theme, 
Don't be afraid, to follow your dream. 
It's alright, to make a mistake. 
Your paintingis real, it's not fake.
Look at your painting, don't be crying, 
Begin again, keep on trying. 
Your painting is never fully complete, 
Enjoy the process, make sure it's sweet.

Gods Plans
Gods's Embroidery 

When I was a little boy, my mother used to embroider a great deal. I would sit at her knee and look up from the floor and ask what she was doing. She informed me that she wasembroidering. I told her that it looked like a mess from where I was. As from the underside I watched her work within the boundaries of the little round hoop that she held in her hand, I complained to her that it sure looked messy from where I sat.

She would smile at me, look down and gently say, "My son, you go about your playing for a while, and when I am finished with my embroidering, I will put youon my knee and let you see it from my side." I would wonder why she was using some dark threads along with the bright ones and why they seemed so jumbled from my view. A few minutes would pass and then I would hear Mother's voice say, "Son, come and sit on my knee." This I did only to be surprised and thrilled to see a beautiful flower or a sunset. I could not believe it, because from underneathit looked so messy.

Then Mother would say to me, "My son, from underneath it did look messy and jumbled, but you did not realize that there was a pre-drawn plan on the top. It was a design. I was only following it. Now look at it from my side and you will see what I was doing."

Many times through the years I have looked up to my Heavenly Father and said, "Father, what are You doing?" He hasanswered, "I am embroidering your life." I say, "But it looks like a mess to me. It seems so jumbled. The threads seem so dark. Why can't they all be bright?" The Father seems to tell me, "'My child, you go about your business of doing My business, and one day I will bring you to Heaven and put you on My knee and you will see the plan from My side." Attribution: http://www.citehr.com/19778-gods-plan-short-story.html#ixzz28q9rh886
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Little Mermaid
Long long ago, in the Deep Sea kingdom, there lived the sea king with his five mermaid daughters. Sirenetta was the youngest and the loveliest among them. She had a beautiful voice and everybody from far and wide came to hear her sing and praised her voice and her beauty.
One day, whileSirenetta was swimming on the surface of the water and watching ships go by, she saw a young man falling off his ship. She swam swiftly to save him from drowning and dragged him to the shore. Soon, people found the man on the shore and Sirenetta swam away. This man was actually the prince of a kingdom. When he became conscious, the prince looked around for the girl who had saved him but no oneknew who she was.
Sirenetta often thought of the young man and fell in love with the prince, but she was sad because she could never be like all the other ladies he knew. They had two feet and she had a fish tail!
In the Deep Sea lived a witch with magical powers. One day, Sirenetta went to beg her for human legs. The witch said, “I need your beautiful voice! Only then I shall give you legs! But...