Oh, Busy Bee How do you decide Between the showstopper flowers And the shy ones who hide In the back of the garden Behind the ‘look at me’ blooms Growing near the ground With the speckled mushrooms Oh, Busy Bee How do you decide Who deserves your attention Or a hasty fly by In… Read More Busy Bee
Nothing ever Stays the same The birds The people The lay of the land They fly They age They grow wild and free Leaving only Hints Of what used to Be
The clock keeps on ticking It keeps track of the hour Its seconds are sweet As its minutes are sour Its chimes are so pleasing If not quite deceiving How slow, oh how fast Where does the time go?
The people are hungry They hold out their plates But supper’s been served They lined up too late The dogs, they howl Howl at the pale moon It’s a song she’s heard It’s a somber tune The flowers are droopy More petals are lost In the middle of summer They react to the frost… Read More Lies That Bind
The world still spins But what makes her go ‘round In this flurry of chaos With no love to be found On this wild ride Twisting this way and that Our beautiful globe Is starting to fall flat Stamped upon Like a threadbare doormat Humanity wipes their feet And never looks back Still, she… Read More Welcome Mat
Aloha Hello and Goodbye Floral scented lips Kiss the dreamy sky Where trade winds blow Light and carefree From island to island Across the blue sea Waves build into crests That the surfers ride Aloha Hello and Goodbye
She just waits to eat Pays me no mind She sifts through seed For treasures to find The crunch of nuts Dried fruit so sweet On our deck at night Is where raccoons feast And use a birdbath To clean her hands and feet
It doesn’t matter From where the wind blows Just enjoy the ride And go where it goes With a smile on your face And a song in your heart You’ll be better in the end Than you were at the start
Wildflowers bloom In the middle of it all Up from cracked concrete They grow ‘til they fall Scattered by wind Drenched by rain Their cycle of life Is never in vain Wildflowers bloom To spread seeds of change
We don’t always speak We don’t always listen There are many things For years we’ve been missing Each other’s truths All the hurts, the fears The unheard voices Traveling, years and years To reach the ears That are ready to hear
Jessica M. Collette 
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