Swoosh, flies the bird. It is as black as the coal in a fireplace. Flying by the trees, he dusts snow off and continues on his way. When he flies he makes a sound like a racing heart beat. When he slows down the heart beat comes to a stop and makes you almost sad at first. But before long The black bird is gone and you never see him again. This black bird is nothing but a shadow. It is my shadow. He comes when I am sad. He doesn't come often. Lately it happens more often then you think. What are even the values of you or the life you have. Life is an echo. What you do affects other people and comes back and effects you. What you give you get back. Maybe you have looked at what a perfect life is. Nobody lives a perfect life, not even the rich.
