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Take RootStanding alone in the yard,
watching the sun rise,
I feel the warmth of the rays
on my cheek
and it reminds me
of life, of blood
running through my veins
and the beat of my heart
following the songs of nature,
I want to take root
like the big oak
whose leaves rustle with
nature’s every breath.
I want to stay here,
awake and alive.
Touched by ThunderI can hear the thunder,
great deep rumblings
like the growling of a fierce
I revel in the sound,
dance to the carnal vibrations
low beneath my feet.
I yearn to feel the sweet, cool mist;
Gentle spray of the sky.
Like a caress from a familiar lover,
lingering on my flesh.
Then I know,
Somewhere on this heavenly place
I call home
I can be touched.
TreesYou’re immobile, yet alive
You hold an occasional beehive
Every spring you revive
You grow and change color
It’s hard to picture you when you were smaller
Because now you are much, much taller
In the spring and summer you thrive
But you are sad when the humans arrive
They ruin you; your home derived
But yet you help them be able to survive
I look up at the sky,
The raindrops fall on my cheek,
And I give Him a teary smile.
The JourneyPuffy wisps of moisture,
floating their way through the atmosphere.
Blocking the sun's rays,
plunging the surface beneath into darkness.
Flying and climbing through them,
the metal and plastic birds,
make their way through the air.
Once these puffs of moisture get full enough,
Once they cannot take any more,
They fall as a group.
A few stay behind,
knowing one day,
they too will make their fateful journey toward the surface.
Never to see the others again,
out of the puffs and onto the land.
With a cracking chorus of cacophonous clatter they hit,
smashing into the land,
their energy becoming one
The World is Always ChangingThe world is slowly changing naturally,
through many forms and processes.
Erosion and corrosion,
Heat waves and blizzards,
tornadoes and tsunamis.
Earthquakes shake the ground,
Whirlpools swirl in the seas.
Tectonic plates moving below,
Clouds forming and moving above.
Volcanoes making islands,
The sea taking them back.
The world is fastly changing unnaturally.
Oil spills in the water,
Pollutants in our air.
Gum killing birds,
Plastic bags choking dolphins.
Chopping down trees,
Abusing what little fresh water we have.
Over using resources.
The world is always changing,
Naturally and unnaturally.
Before the DawnBefore the Dawn
Before the pale clouds
Are colored by pink pastels
Long before the eyes of humans
Witness the work done by night's creatures
A breeze disturbs the slumber
Of a young bud.
The petals droop
Just enough to peek out
And witness the veil around it
While the young ones slept.
The adults nearby
At first they stare
As the bud feigns sleep
Where dreams of plentiful summers
Spring forth for all the flowers.
As the young one pretends,
It succumbs to the truth until the sun awakens.
Life Storyi sometimes wondered
why mum cried
when I was young
with a cigar in her hand
the bags were puffy
underneath her eyes
i thought it was the weather
but she cried on sunny days, too
or when the rain cleared with a rainbow
as i got older
i cried, too!
there was a funny feeling
in my chest that hurt real bad
i would stare down at a picture of myself
the tears would go pitter patter
i never even knew why i cried
then, when i got to high school
mum was never home
always working, always busy
i would cry and cry
in front of the woods
behind our great, big house
i'd stare into the forest
the raging waves can be heard from all directions.
the smell of salt stings ur nose.
the ocean is unforgiving and harsh.
making it unmappable.
ElementalSaid the Fire, aflame with fierce passion, to the fertile Earth:
I can scorch you
Said the Water coldly, deep and sound, to the furious Fire
I can quench you
Said the Air, pure and free, whistling his song, to the wide Waters below
I can steal you
Said the Earth, gentle and strong, lush with green, to the her blanket of Air
I sustain you
The Castle and the ForestOver the fields filled with water
The clouds hang low
Plentifully dotted across the sky
A phantasmagoric duochrome
Blue and white castles
Rows of wet, healthy green trees
Swamps and bogs
And plains, and farmhouses
All - very distantly - within sight of the city
With its pillars of white
Plants, robust, rustic
And fences, and we pass under a bridge
And glimpse a patch of trees, green and brown
And over that way, the dark forest
And we're heading that way
A lone dog walker
The curve of the road, I feel it
All of creation beneath us
And people playing soccer
And the burgundy fields
What secrets does the green forest hold?
Dark and endless, b
Father's Day GiftDear Father
Well today is the day. The day you are king.
The day we roll up the red carpet and fulfill your wishes.
You have come a long way In this life. And have much to be thankful for.
It's true you got some downers lately but remember what you do have. A loving family, a well off home, a graduate son, another son in college on verge of securing his future, and a daughter booming with potential to become anything, and a loving wife who loves you to death as much as your children,
You are living the dream my father and king. A future we as your children hope to someday to being our own. So Happy Second and Early Birthday Father, and
Nyx, the Greek Goddess of NightThe night is not only the absence of sunlight. It symbolizes as well the obscurity filled with mysteries and the protective mother's breast. In Greek mythology the night represents a conception where it signifies the great goddess Nyx who is wearing a black dress ornated with stars. The night dispenses the sleep and allows to forget the pains. It is the mother of the sleep, the dream, the love-pleasure and also the death. Because of its disquiet aspect the night is sometimes considered as mother of corruption and vengeance.
In many different cultures the rituals dedicated to the earth and to the dead were celebrated during the night just as
Golden shades lie on the autumnal wood.
The wood liked to talk in the speech of beech and oak.
Wild ducks who fly on sadly
Have nothing to regret and are far from this doom.
Being sorry for whom?
We all are wandering, roving
You come and go and leave the empty home.
It dreams of those who roam through the world
And deep in the pool the moonlight is drowning.
I am alone. Everywhere reigns silence.
The wild ducks have gone by the wind long ago.
I am yearning for the leaves' abundance
On the damp woody ground multi-coloured jewels are gathering.
Although, the flames of colours are manifold,
The yellow foliage of the a
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