The Day
The day ended As it began With Sun and Dark Shaking hands Agreeing Now and then To do it all Over again
The day ended As it began With Sun and Dark Shaking hands Agreeing Now and then To do it all Over again
Inevitably, there will be mountains Majestic, mysterious, immovable things With so many lessons With them, they’ll bring Valleys and peaks Highs and lows To a myriad of places On those mountains, we’ll go Up to the peak On top of it all But the air is thin And it’s a long way to fall Down… Read More Mountains
The hummingbirds Are fighting Flying, chirping Chasing, delighting In the large fragrant blooms They flutter, zoom Around, on, and back again. Unbothered that these flowers By name, are not for them As they grow on the beautiful Butterfly Bush. Yet, still these little birds Rebels at Heart Are always in a rush To do their… Read More Rebels at Heart
Even the plants wilt Under the weight Of July Yet still they grow Yet still they try To reach the sun To touch the sky
When the world becomes Stifling Heavy Harsh Breathe in the breeze And open your heart To find the good To seek the light The light that brightens The darkest night And whispers softly “All will be alright.”
Beauty Is easy to see But if you take the time To look closer A little deeper A bit longer The extent of True beauty In its fullest You’ll see
Her eyes opened She saw her face Written upon it Her dreams to chase His eyes opened He saw his face Written upon it His dreams to chase She moved with purpose Fast and swift Though the world was heavy It was hers to lift He moved with purpose Fast and swift Though the world… Read More Together
It’s allergy season – Achoo!… Read More Achoo Achoo
“Who’s the prettiest Of them all?” Asked young Daisy To Sunflower, big and tall. “They all have beauty From petals to stems As do you You’re unique from them. It’s not about the prettiest That’s just no way to grow True beauty is a garden In whole, not part that knows, Our differences combined Are… Read More Beauty is a Garden
I saw two geese Going as the crow flies From ground to sky We somehow locked eyes I knew their intention They understood my why They didn’t envy me But I wished that I could fly Carefree Into blue sky
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