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The sky is blue, The grass is green, The forests deep and homely. Mountains tall, The icy winds, The peak so high, so lonely. Streams flow down through valleys green, Then out to sea they flow.
The wind is strong, stronger than men, stronger than what they have created. The wind is soft, softer than the softest hands, softer than the silk those hands made.
The robin had its red-breast The partridge had its tree The starling raised it's yellow beak To spare a thought for me.
Dreamlike, the morning comes, I imagine who is awake on those rabbit runs, Light streams through, I feel my warm skin as it gleams, I open my eyes and uncover colour amidst the whitish creams: Pale...
Cruising along the sea line, The water clear and cool. The whale bobs slowly, Relaxation forms a pool.
Gecko On a leaf On the wind In the air Above sails And rooftops And deserts The lair Of a beast In his cave Under rock Under dirt As pleasure To pain As healing To hurt Rooster On a barn Calling...
Salty breath of the oceans spray, Forever breathing, night and day, The land may envy the oceans flow, While the water..well...you know.
As the eagle- Flies above us- In the sky. I walk here- Below. Upon the untrod Path of St Patrick. Possession takes hold And a light is lit ahead. There are ripples- Upon a shadowy nighttime pool.
Looking out from afar. It is I, that I witness in the distance. I stand alone; Unique, But then I do seek to pervade that Shadowy Dark. It is I out alone - Upon those mountainous, Off-cut peaks.
As I lay upon the grass. Gazing at the sky. I conjure mental images. In clouds that float on by. There's one that is big and fat. It looks just like a whale. And this one's like a little pig.
The cold wind that blows my face, the chilly air that I embrace, the wet grass that chills my toes, the sweet scent that fills my nose, the happiness my friends share, the way there always there to...
This wind is wild, Whipping the scrawny Fingers of the trees Into a lashing frenzy, Pulling leaves, Like teeth from blackened gums, Scattering their dying forms, A sprinkling of confetti, On the...
Do trees have souls. I have never been told Seeds blown down wind Birds eat and insects Germinate and increase growth rate.
I look outside the window, And stare into the sky. I hope this is the landscape, Around me when I die. The stars light up the whole night, Breaking through the clouds.
Hey, Monkey Tree. Beneath the wood. Dome of your arms. Your summer glade. With strong, low bows. Where small we played. And kept at bay. The world while leaping. Branch to branch. In death escaped.
When you look right up at the stars at night You will see me reflected in their shine, For I am a feral piece of the world And what you see is all mine.
The morning has arrived,. The sun gives a warm glow,. It brings along the cold and mysterious mist,. The tree stands so stoic and still,. With its leaves swaying gracefully to the tune of the winds,.
Apple-Green grass, soft and wet, Strewn with the morning dew, The insects asleep in their plush bed, Wake up to the dawn anew.
I Keep Riding The industrial park on the hill pursues our town and farmlands and me with long asphalt legs like a big black spider.
A weeping willow said to me. I'm crying uncontrollably. Because all of the other trees. Are growing skyward unlike me. There there I said don't be depressed. You're better dressed than all the rest.
As the wind brushes past with a peace in her breath And the waves shush onto the shore My face and my heart are warmed by a fire As the hills go on ever more A sweet mountain air that’s as...
The beauty of the world hath made me sad, This beauty that will pass; Sometimes my heart hath shaken with great joy To see a leaping squirrel in a tree, Or a red lady-bird upon a stalk, Or little...
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village, though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow.
The dew drops sprinkle the grass Filling the lawn with tears of heaven The cold morning breeze Sways the trees Back and forth The gentle giants Stretch their green fingers Reaching for clouds To hold...