Ingrained
Ingrained On your soul A pattern Only you own. Where you’ve been What you’ve learned Where you’re headed; Make you One of a kind With a unique design Ingrained On your soul.
Ingrained On your soul A pattern Only you own. Where you’ve been What you’ve learned Where you’re headed; Make you One of a kind With a unique design Ingrained On your soul.
Beauty is soft And it is strong It doesn’t need labeling To know it belongs Decorating the world With something unique Whether natural or forged Infantile or antique True beauty Elusive perfection we seek Through new eyes Look; refocus, peer deep Retrain your mind A new habit found Search and see That all around True… Read More Beauty Found
Hopeful blossoms Are beautiful today; What they’ll be tomorrow Patience and time will say. With a little help from: Sunshine rays Rainy days And kisses from bees in a pollen daze, Hopeful blossoms Will become Tomorrow’s sweet strawberries.
Your roots dig deep In the same dirt as me But nature says On gusty breath “You must fly free.”
There’s two views to see What will be, will be Or Will you make something happen? Rise up from the depths Your solemn regrets And Live your destiny Upon the lighted horizon.
Chimes in the wind Ride the waves of air; Their subtle melody Tickle lonesome ears. Those who seek to hear Songs of different tunes; Soothing notes relax And discreetly distract. The hectic pace we keep Where simple things get lost; We overlook the melody And discount the cost. With each gust of wind A singular… Read More Chimes in the Wind
Some days are cold and gray Damp and dark, they fade away Without notice; Until replaced by Bright yellow and soft petals. Mixed drops of water From angry clouds and sad eyes Free fall; Evaporating to reveal Bright yellow and soft petals. At the close of each day As your memory seeps further away From… Read More Bright Yellow and Soft Petals
A little house To welcome you; A blue roof And red walls, too. Sheltered by pines Dressed in snowy white, Wear nature’s design; Winter season’s last fight. To hide lively colors: Our sure sign of spring, And all of the wonders She surely will bring. Blooms and chirps, And drops from above, Remind us all… Read More Colors of Spring
A winding path To nowhere fast Yet toward everything And anything imagined. Where dreams exist Spoken from lips Of speculative hope And forward focus. Toward what exists On a changing horizon From crystal blue To full moon rising. Today is now Tomorrow is then Next year reveals Where we’ll have been. Questions answered Truths revealed… Read More A Winding Path
Many miles seen and traveled Across rolling hills and fields Cutting through chasms and rock Forming mud and mossy yields. Flowing under rustic covered bridges Past bustling freeways; country roads Where ducks search for dinner Hunting plump, chirping spring toads. Camouflaged by weeds and water Webbed feet, swimming with fishes In the depths of deep… Read More Downstream
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