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The Tree we grew with The tree we hung upon The tree we swung upon The tree we adored practically ever since birth.
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The Tree we grew with The tree we hung upon The tree we swung upon The tree we adored practically ever since birth.
The snow soon settled. The last few flakes fluttered to the ground, Glistening in the now setting sun. For the days of December leave so soon.
I sat on the grass in my front yard, listening to the whispers of the wind. Trying to understand the sounds of nature. I felt a change coming;I looked around and saw a dark army of clouds approaching.
Here's a thought. Since the dawn of time, Our Sun, the one we walk under everyday has been there for this planet.
Here I sit alone. Away from the world. Sitting in the wind as I wait for it to stop. And when it finally does, I lay in beautiful sunlight alone. Birds are chirping in the early morning of the day.
Did you know pine cones shrivel up when they get wet. Me neither until today. I actually tested this out and it's true.
I hit the ground and wait, while above me you turn golden and slip away. The cold comes and the ground turns hard as iron.
Those golden summer days that passed. Did really seem a dream. When viewed through winters deepest eyes. But the past is nought but evergreen. If seen 'neath troubled skies. So if you feel a pining,.
Animal Armour ( That I Know Of): 10. Skunk- Sprays a foul smelling liqiud into the face of its attacker 9.Scorpion- Hard exoskeleton and deadly sting 8.Potato Beetle-Covers itself in its own poo.
I love this time of year - spring. I love to see the fresh green growth budding on all the trees and the colourful blossom appearing here and there.
I feel the crisp, cold grass beneath my feet. The brisk morning air sweeps past me. I shiver, but it's a good shiver. I've never liked warmth, I prefer the cold.
Wind chimes on a stormy night, If you wish, come true it might. Spinning, swirling, Twisting, twirling, They sing like angels, they soar like kites.
It's that time of year again when the flowers bloom, the sun shines and love is literally in the air. Pigeons.
I like this poem.
Colors. Colors of pink and purple. A living creature. They allow visitors. Of all varieties. They dont complain. Speak now. Or forever hold you peace. But they dont speak. They live in silence.
I felt the sand in between my toes. Hearing the roar of the waves. I stepped into the ocean. The cool water rushing up my feet. Seeing the sun in the light blue sky go down beneath my eyes.