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My elemental. Ruling me like elements. Beautiful spirit. Natures sent. Passions fuelled like fire. Filling me up with his touch. My all consuming desire. As this burn gives me a rush.
You can hear me running Tiptoe through the trees Teasing your clothes and hair, Laughing, wings on my heels, Or you can hear me roaring As I showcase all my might, Hell hath no fury like a woman...
Wind wind how she roars clattering at our windows and banging down our doors. taking casualties as she blows.
[Inspired by the song "Butterfly Culture" by Benjamin Francis Leftwich]. Rosy scents of blossom and peaches drift while the magic in the wind dances upon golden cliffs,.
It's delicate arms and soft colours. A picture from nature, it's beauty captured in a single petal. Striking colours, a feast for the eyes. Thoughts of warmer climates.
Sounds like an excuse but its not I wrote this when I was 8 and had an obsession with owls but I have managed to change some of the dialect so it makes sense..
The trees rustle their branches all askew,. Making such a racket as you wind your way through,. You stir my hair and tickle my cheek,. And whisper in my ear,. As you friendly blow through the sky,.
Sheep were coloured in red and green. Smell of cow dung pervaded the town. Windermere lake's as stunning as a miracle. We were chilling on the Princess Of The Lake.
Oh, to be a dandelion puff With the wind under my sails, To see my way around the world Even if my world's only a woodland vale.
It's something silly me,. Reminds me of the sea,. The pulling of the tide,. Never ceasing to abide,. People say they love the sea,. Wonder why that could be,.
Thundering noise Whining sound Gallops the hooves upon the ground The chase is on But what will it bring On the night before the season spring Run young one run Before the rising of the sun I will...
Will it bring, A touch of a butterflies wing, Or the songbirds as they sing.
When the golden sunset. Sets over the amber hills. And when the moon shines bright. And all the world stands still. There is beauty, awesome beauty. God took the dust and formed a man.
People don't like spiders, They run away afraid Or grab a hefty book And send them to their graves.
There's a tension in the air tonight. The clouds are burning, oh so bright. Reflections cast an eery light. Rain please let you fall. Wind is humming through the trees. Hackles rise, emotions seize.
If you could shake the happy tree And dance beneath its open glee, Would the World change. If you could shake the happy tree And hear its leaves and wind agree, Would the World change.
Creeping fingers of green and blue,. Feel the magic they will bring to you,. Wash away my sandy footprints,. Leave behind the smallest glimpse,. A world beyond our own,. Vast, beyond and unknown,.
I can feel the electric Drawing near, Smell the thunder In the air, Heady warning In the gloom That draws you into The impending doom.
Large raindrops flying like clear crystals shining They come crashing down giving the illusion we're all going to drown Taking the light right out of the day And soothing us all through the...
This poem was written by @ell and @lucandsurprise. So much choice. So many mates. So little time. I can't be late. They spread there glory. Before my eyes. There beautiful feathers. Are my prize.
You spin a web, Of silver thread, And taunt me as- I go to bed... You inspire fear, Despite your size, Smother in cobwebs, The bugs and flies.
Leaves break through As buds burst forth And birds fill woods with happy songs I sit; admire for hours on end When days are hot, and sweet and long Then days pass As life moves on Nature's in full...
The sunlight twinkles on the waves, To the sun I am a slave. I'll let it embrace me all day long, Listening to the summer's sweet song.
I often wonder how it would be, If I was born a great oak tree, Stood tall and proud all on my own, Once just a seed nature had sown. Witness to all manner of things.