beauty of nature
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The white season of a year
Only one season out of four
When people hear jingle bells ring
And the shining stars upon the sky
'mother nature gives me life,raising me out of this wet soil.From just a root, my limbs grow -every detail painted with pure precision.
I've stood strong for years and years,
Coffee colored roots burgeon up from the hazel chocolate
soil that has been dispersed throughout the thing we call time.
As the roots and stems begin to develop, an alluring plant is born,
At the dawn of a sun drenched summerFlowing with hope and lightThere began a decay inside of meThat injected my veins with the night
The flower bud in my lobby
I plucked, coming in cold and numb.
Plum stolen from the vase,
And twisted against my thumb.
Elevator doors closed,
Look around you weary traveler
I promise it is grand
If you could but shed
The sadness with you stand
To grief filled eyes
The rain mirrors tears
But brighten and be wise
River clear blue and green
Trees bestow red and gold laurels
Which light upon a flaming orange pyre
Flickers of fire dance over the glassy surface
a burial fit for the king of trees
The full Moon glows bright
Insects whirr in the distance
Telling ancient tales
he went crossing oceans
and climbing mountains
but turned around to see
she was skipping puddles
and picking flowers
as blind as she could be
Close your eyes and listen well
Do you hear it too?
Abandon your sight, your touch, your smell
Before it bids adieu
The grass whispers with the wind
A brilliant sight ashore
The view is dazzling, clear
Be that as it may, could not hope to compare to a youngster's fantasies
A short spurt of creative energy
A few can see the small faint beauty of the nature
But I wake up to see the new beginnings of every passing day.
Faint broken disk merging with the misty clouds in the west
"Listen to the forest. Breathe; this is home."
When I say this to myself, I am you.
I become Daddy's footprints.
My first steps were on top of feet
with fingers held in weathered hands
Not far into the forest of nature,
Yet far from the noise of the highway,
The lake sits silent, and calm, and still,
Just as I am, silent, calm, and still,
As I rest beside the lake.
There grew a tree in my yard,
Planted by Eve,
Roots seven years deep.
Then I came.
There grew a tree in my yard,
The humble abode,
Legs folded and bent.Eyes and mouth closed.Ears opened to the whisper of dreams told by the wind.This silent hill speaks mysterious wonder.
A breeze arousing the white sheet
A pale mist blowing through the trees
Shifting through the withered Lilacs.
We went on adventures and saw neat things. We followed the music in hopes for our hearts to sing.
All I Need
By: Stephen Heine
If I was a poor marooned soul,
Stranded on an island away from man.
Because without music I have no goal,
And I'd wish for a shorter Lifespan.
walking back and forth, the dawn fades in and out,
rosy cheeks for a deep red sky,
reflecting every feeling, of love and hurt, fear and anticipation,
feet sinking into the moistened sand as they walk along,
To know you will always be supported,
Held up on either side, an angel to hold your hand,
A God to lift you up from your feet.
To understand and to comprehend,
(If I were stranded on a deserted island I would bring my love and respect for nature with me).
I sat up on the hill,
My gaze caught the shore, forest, and stream,
Oh, what a thrill!
T’was the most glorious dream,
The green of the grass, the color of the flowers; what can compare to the vividness of nature's powers?
Even through stone the weeds and the moss grow; the wind and sun engulf all that man knows.
Often I look up to the Skies
Relishing the beauty it holds
Adorned at night by twinkling Stars
And daily by the fiery Sun
The full moon so enthralling
The wavy Clouds so gorgeous
In the twilight hours of the cicada call
When lightning strikes and thunderstorms brawl
Weather has no pattern at all
I will sit and listen
Summer ends, leaves start to fall
His fingertips stroked my lips softly,
As he poured life onto me
I gasped at the sudden coolness and
Embraced the warm sunlight
Shining on my bare back
I moaned as his liquid flowed down,
I am passionate and humble.
I wonder what the future holds for humanity for it seems it desires to be hugged lovingly.
I hear “friends” snickering and mumbling behind each other’s backs.
It seems my time has come.
Never have I seen the moonlight with such eyes.
The rays of pure white light strike me with eye opening edge.
Magnificent.
I watch the breeze play with the leaves.
Although I've strayed far from home
Mother always has a place for me
She reintroduces to her elaborate home
At the midpoint
Of a high meandering brook
Flicks the tail of a brook trout.
The lithe tail curves
In the still cool shade of the shelter of the bank
On airy cliff side sits the falcon’s nest,
A perch of splendid vacant seaside view,
And in it does my youthful spirit rest,
Absorbing breath of air and sky of blue;
While body lives the life of down-below,
Let’s give a moment of silence
for the tomato-red ladybug,
Who reminds us that ambling
As the shining sun rises:
Birds sing, flowers bloom,
And alarm clocks buzz.
People groan waking up while
Animals peacefully rise.
One more day begins.
While the sun is up above,
He thought the sky was falling,
And i felt it shatter ever day as the sun was setting,
She landed on my eyes, we always fall together
She blushes as the sun is put to rest,
The vibrant sunshine
The peaceful night
Nature becomes divine
The moon devotes light
From the terrible storm
To the clear sky
Not seeing insects swarm
To watching them soar high
Velvet triangles, shiny black buttons
and soft pink hands
that grip the underside of my window.
He is peaceful, finally fully unafraid
while sleeping while only I watch
his steady daytime slumber.
Swift, brisk, and bright
weather continues from the night
Shake, break and crumble
the earth begins to rumble
Sway, soak and breath
plants sprout from underneath
Pounce, run and flee
The sun peaks perfectly through a gap in the mountain side,
illuminating the rising and falling tide that leaves a puff of mist on the shore,
The bright morning sun
Dawns behind stormycous
Illuminating the felilds below.
The animas graze on fresh cut grass
And farmers wipe their sweaty brows
Just as the soft rain starts to fall.
There is nothing more beautiful
than the way
the world can change
how the light hits the pavement
or how
the wind hits the trees.
This is the only place I know
Is it possible to be something else other than yourself?
Sometimes you can feel like a human being
But other times you might feel like an animal
Downgrading someone’s beauty because of the shade of their skin?That’s like loathing a flower for the colour of its pigment.Lessening someone’s attractiveness because of the texture of their hair?
As the sun sets over the lake,
A fish skillfully soars out of the water
To return again to the depths soundlessly.
