Sparrow Song
Little sparrow dip and dive in the garden where you're alive. Among the tendrils vines from trees you dart and flitter with the breeze.
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Little sparrow dip and dive in the garden where you're alive. Among the tendrils vines from trees you dart and flitter with the breeze.
A trickling ribbon, Of liquidised silk, Rippling softly- A sapphire milk. Upon the surface, Sunlight gems dance, Golden sunshine spills, Whilst the sparkles enhance.
#beginningline #nightdwellers. From behind the cloud and. Out of sights, dims a moonlight. Emitting shimmery glow. Upon the droplet dews. That lays upon grasses. The song of crickets are playing.
#bestofopuss Awash, aglow, shining from the sea. Drops of moonlight strewn in seaweed hair. I beckon with my shapely form. Come, lover, meet me there.
There's a little girl in a meadow messing around in pure glee. I standing there, wondering where the source of her cheer may be. In garden blossoms she dances and leaps.
#nightdwellers Watching the moon control the ocean, it soothes my soul like a magic potion.
There's a poem in my heart. And a poem from my skin. My bones make poems. And I write for my kin. The sky has its own poetry. As does the sea. The clouds hold the words. As the waves do me.
Watching the sunrise every morn. Sometimes it's when a child is born. A time to reflect on beautiful dreams. Looking at the radiant beams. Shining through the clouds so bright.
#colourchallenge @sleepydragon Vast stretches of natural beauty were spread out across the environ... A aromatic carpet of saffron rose buds coated the area around...
Trapped inside a jam jar,. Not yet to know my fate,. Only waiting, time will tell,. For it could be too late,. The glass is cold and shiny,. But the air is thick and warm,. Sickly sweet, no oxygen,.
Standing so proud and imposing. Nature, all around you is beautifully boasting. Legendary are you. The decades that passed you by, have flew. Charmingly ancient and grand.
Thanks to @spikekutter for inspiring me to come up with beautiful words which led to beautiful song that came to me today :) #earth #earthsong #nightdwellers #night #moon #dance.
Hear the wind, Howling loud. Too much rain, Too many a cloud. Hear the crackle, The hail fall. Painful impact, Upon each tiny ball. Witness the lightening, Hear it strike.
Permafrost, Beautifully impregnated, With infinitesimal, Life. Sunlight, Classically illuminated, With unimaginable, Life. Ocean, Magnificently agitated, With insatiable, Life.
#colourchallenge #jade That colour, in between the receding blue sky, And the sunset. That colour, mesmerisingly plain, Silvery-green.
I spend my days Laying down, Watching clouds go by. Sometimes I sleep, And sometimes I don't, But mostly I write letters to the sky.
Engulfed in a meticulous nature. Unblemished by man. Afar from the City's eye,. For it is a sham. Where Time is not valued. And not what you'll miss;. Feel the rhythm of the wind.
Springing through the underbrush, Barely grazing the fallen leaves of dwindling summer That have skittered to the ground in the new falling of rain The Doe dances In the bands of evening light That...
Wing howling Snow swirling Trees thrashing Skys darkening There's a blizzard on it's way Right now it's only flurries But outside it's really gray Get inside; I have worries White falling Green...
Glittering, amber light dances on the shimmering, turquoise sea. Crystal salt glimmers on the onyx rocks. Ivory birds soar through the dazzling, lapis lazuli heavens.
A splash of sunset makes the sky, A 'V' of geese and ducks there fly, The colours vivid, is it dye. Until the eve, it bids goodbye... Red and gold and blue and dusk, Mottled with the evening musk.
Water so pure,. Cleanses the soul,. Helps you ignore,. Makes you feel whole,. The sound it makes,. Changes day by day,. The silence of the lakes,. Rain noise from clouds of grey,. Drip of the tap,.
The field behind my house was endless Reaching out into forever through a haze of lime green And impossible gold, like dust sprinkled On the surface of a lacquered table that gleams Beneath...
My roots are engraved under the sand. My black petals are ready to expand. Leaves are reaching up to the sun. A desert rose with the universe I become one. When the wind blows.