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Willow willow tree. Your hairlike branches sway. Tickling my nose. And making me sneeze. Willow willow tree. Your soft rasping. As your branches touch. Are a lullaby to my ears. Willow willow tree.
Willow bending in the breeze, Manoeuvring the wind with ease. Oak standing tall and strong, Your roots are planted, wide and long. Pine tree, with needles green, Gives our Christmas Nature's sheen.
I don't just hear them sing - The rattling cords of the blackbird, And the sharp little cries of a robin, It's like I can feel her every word, The sun is gone from this land, Its passing marked in...
As the baton of night is handed to day. I got up to watch it awaken. As dawn kissed the horizon it rose. Bringing the light, night is taken. With a warm hand it touches all.
Frosted air of sweet and cold, A crisp and vivid crystal hold, A rain of sparks, a flashing hit, A crack of lightning, diamond lit.
The deep crimson twilight streaks through the heavens. Vividly colourful birds warble high pitched notes to the vibrant world. The emerald forest stretches across the thriving earth.
Red and yellow painted leaves Hang idly within the trees They break and sail Along in the breeze As fires of autumns time.
#household Pausing to still the leaf crunching, twig snapping foot step disturbance, Letting intrusion ripple away, until the slow re-emergence Of the chattering, murmuring chorus of life the forest...
A crystal clear waterfall cascades in diamond drops down the glittering charcoal black rocks. The towering trees sway in the light wind that swirls around the emerald green valley.
A way of life. On top a plateau. The wind flowing freely. As the eagle soars them. It piercing cry. Echoes through the night. Joined by the jackal. Whose lonely nights. Are filled with scavenging.
How lonely are ye to sit below this simple tree, And ponder of a world where passion has toes curled, And flaming rivers run Under a bright, golden sun, A rock sinks in your gut, Looking out...
Cloven hooves step through damp bracken,. His path, his role, does not slacken,. An emperor of the forest and trees,. He lifts a heavy head to the breeze,. A scent of rabbit and fox - he stops,.
Hot summer days. Sweat drips. And not a cloud in sight. A glass of lemonade. Make it cold. With five ice cubes. A slice of watermelon. And chile powder on the side. Sandals on my feet.
For and inspired by the naturally beautiful, sexy, cute, funny, awesomenessest young lady @mummy1111 xxxx. For many years I have been stuck in this clay.
I want to be a hermit. I want to be alone. I want to sit so royally on my hermit throne. I want to live each day I've left within our Lord's creation.
The wind keeps calling me out to play. But I told him he'll have to wait till day. I'm tired and in need of rest. So I can shine brightest and be my best. That way I can keep the clouds away.
King of the jungle, you swing from a height, to show who is the leader, and others to know your might. Your place is vast and forever green, the beauty of nature, that has always been.
An abandoned forest, so quiet and still,. The birds that live there, calling so shrill,. A secret oasis, hidden from sight,. In the darker times, put out the light,.
Deadly talons glinting past,. Silent gliding, but oh, so fast,. The dead of night, small things die,. When the hunt is on, eyesight lies,. The creatures scatter, the hunter dives,.
In the forest when I look at the sky, it looks like a five year old scribbled black ink over the azure sky.
Long after the bedtime of the bees,. Where thick green moss hangs from trees,. And as the orange moon falls,. In the night, a young vixen calls,. Her belly is empty but her den full,.
Feel the cool drops. As they touch our skin. How they dampen our clothes. And make them stick. Refreshing drops of water fall. From heavy clouds who wait to burst. See before you feel.
All alone with my thoughts on the cliffs I sit. The sun just set, one half of the moon is lit. As lonely as a tree only in company with the wind. I lay down, watching the stars fade in.
#youngwritershousehold I'm just a leaf. The wind, he pushes me, Across the cobbles, you see, Oh well, I'm only a leaf. I'm just a leaf. Children kick me for fun, Crumple me up, as they run.