Leroy

Leroy is the soil of the earth, he brings life. He is the sun rays that pierce through the clouds on the 4th of July, he brings light. He is the ocean when a storm hits, his anger is uncontrollable, quick and irrational just like the waves when they crash against a rocky shore. He is the cherry blossoms, blooming in the spring, that gift us with an exquisite scenery as a gust of wind departs their petals from the trees to carry them along the path walk. He is the rain, Pouring down on you and soaking through the Material of your clothes, weighing you down, his misery is too much for him to handle by himself at times, it burdens him like the weight of the absorbed rain water, that eventually will leak from the clouds and lands upon your skin. He is the roaring fireplace on a cold winters day, His flames could warm the coldest of hearts and his smile could break them. He is blood diamonds, People want him by they’re side, A man who feds the homeless, A man who helps a 89 year old man cross the busy traffic in the city, A man who never passed anyone by without stopping to say hello. He is admired, He is loved, People would rob, steal and kill for him because he’s worth so much. His is rare, He is my whole heart.