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I love it when the stars Are twinkling in the night, And how they wonder around the moon, Shining there so bright.
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I love it when the stars Are twinkling in the night, And how they wonder around the moon, Shining there so bright.
As the sunbeams. Tickle my eyelids awake. I lie in contented bliss. A look out the window I peep. To see where on the ground the sun does kiss. The breeze blows the trees. Leaves dance under a bush.
Silent whispers of what was, Leaves falling down because... Everything has a eventual end And back to its beginnings, it must descend. In the beginning we are all the same.
An aerial hunter, silent as the breeze,. Searching for prey for his talons to seize,. A high-flying wonder, terror of the skies,. A piercing call echoes as he flies,.
Searing golden sun light scorches the parched earth. Ferocious, gleaming amber eyes pierce the heat haze. Deadly paws tread gracefully on the dry, dusty ground.
Spots like raindrops lined with black, Falling softly on her glimmering back, Muscles ripple beneath golden hide, Dappled light falling from sunrise, A living work of art, wonderful, seldom...
Dappled forest light on an amber coat,. Early morning mist almost seems to float,. Slashes of black draped across her muscly pelt,. Soft, but deadly, fur like silky felt,.
An emerald butterfly perched,. Upon my shoulder without a lurch,. She looked at me with giant spheres,. And told me all that she feared,. "I am such a little thing, you see,".
Let the rain fall. Upon my face. I welcome it here. With a comforting embrace. Only small droplets. Gradually descending faster. Wind blows harshly. My breath I try to capture. Keeps coming.
I would like to be a leaf in a painting by Sarah whimperis. I love the indigo, ultramarine and opaque sky.
Like silver ripples on a golden lake, Or the crumble of a choccie flake, My mind may think too much, Though my body, ...
Shades of red, shades of Gold Paint a palette of beauty so big and bold The leaves they swirl around my feet Crunching under Wellies As I meander down the street Cosy firelight, draws many pictures...
#nature The harshest winter I remember was when I turned 17, And 3 storms each dumped more snow than any I had ever seen.
I talked to a robin today, He tweeted to me the weather. Warning about the coming rain... And ruffled his winter feathers. With angst I asked how bad. But he merely fluttered his wings.
Pounding heart at a million per second, Her fantastic speed is a force to be reckoned, Dust scatters wildly as her claws scrape through, Lunging forward as if she has nothing to lose, Speeding up,...
A silent river, bathed in morning sun,. The awakening of today, the dawn has begun,. The flies buzzing wildly, petal to grass,. River, still, perfect as new-bought glass,.
Soapy froth of the sea Peaceful you lay and be. But your waters are dark with thick mud. Bubbles made, but they're not suds. Why is it your waters are grim. They cause you to drown rather than swim.
There is a place Far away from here, Way beyond that horizon, Up and over those shadowed hills, Where the frangrant scent Of mangoes fills the air. Ripe. Powerful.
Shimmering silver moon rays light the icy crystal clear river. Ebony black trees soar into the inky heavens. Brightly glowing stars glimmer in ancient constellations.
Standing in the eye of the storm,. Made of crystal,. In the sky,. embedded in the clouds, jewels form,. Raining diamonds,. Emeralds & gold,. Falling from the skies,. Weeping over the clouds.
Warm golden rays shine through the lapis lazuli blue heavens. Vibrant emerald trees soar elegantly into the peacock blue sky. A soft cool breeze rustles the jade leaves.
I can smell the rain,. I can feel the storm brewing,. At the peaking of the day,. The winds begin. Trees swaying with the gusts,. Wind deepening my breaths,. Clouds forming, day ending,.
The windswept leaves. Hovered around my feet. Autumnal air. Had come to greet. Foliage change. Like Chameleon leafage. The boughs of trees. Bend like a rickety bridge. Natures offering.
Earths beauty The earths beauty sometimes we don't see, Shades of orange leaves falling to the ground in the autumn breeze.