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Rippling, emerald grass shimmered with crystal dew. Delicately painted flowers gleamed like jewels in the jade meadows. Dancing, white sapphire water glistened in the searing, saffron sunlight.
#natureacrostic. Streaming through my window panes,. Uplifting spirits, awakening my mind,. New light guiding us in the direction of spring,. Life seems so much more manageable,.
#natureacrostic. Summertime sun shines hazily down to land,. Uniformed rays the colour of the sand,. Natures way of lifting our spirits,. Lighting our days and all that goes with it,.
What would happen If you were to freeze wind And keep it in a Mason jar In the basement What would happen If a seed Grew into a flower And kept moving Thickening and morphing To become a tree.
Limerick. Firefly. Message in the sky. Reminder of days past. Memories all smashed. Don't ask, I don't know why. Haiku. Firefly flies so high. Like lightning in the night sky. That dance all around.
I used to Imagine that the stones. At the bottom of the river. Were made because. God took a little piece of the moon. Or the sun. Sanded it down. To its smooth smooth shape. Chiseled its divots.
The heat makes the smells. Strong and dry. The dust, so dull. And the cacti. Smell of grass left in the sun. And smell of aging water. And thorns, and sour butter. The smell of scorching sand.
I lay on my back atop the rambling hill, my vision clouded by a deep and alluring blue whilst the sun beat down on me, heating my damp skin.
We awake together from slumber night. Our eyes shutter, Together we take flight. Into the dreaming, Lying in bed half sleepy. We stare to ceiling, Both get up twinkling.
My fire went out, The day that you left, And losing your soul, Left us bereft. Pen to paper once was, The easiest thing, But then when you passed, I gave up writing.
Icy wind, like the devil's breath, Darkening skies, no sun to be seen. Birds fly South to avert their death, The midnight frost reflects the starlight's gleam.
I dream India,. southern provinces of inland sea,. hot, steamy, rich in life,. rich in spice,. I dream Kerala,. in the south west,. drown me,. in hornbill,. Indian elephant,. coconut tree,.
An emerald field. Clear blue skies. The storm has gone. My happiness lies. A tangle of daisies. Sweet innocence shows. A blanket of grass. Fragrant flowers grow. Bathing in sunlight.
Reflect in the water, A wavery moon. Reach out and grab, It ripples all too soon. Shine on my pillow, A sliver of white. Look up for its base, It's gone out of sight. Look in the sky, A rising sun.
Yet, another favorite lyric of mine I wrote. ----------------------------. Under the full moon,. I sing a song,. A sweet, sweet sad melody. Carry over to you. By the wings of wind. Hear my voice.
The hue of blue along the shadowed sky, Which covers the dull shimmer of the glittered clouds, The stars too faint to be called a dusting of silver, As a sweet glow of luna light shines down and...
Drops of happiness, Touches of glow. Mix of watercolours, Dragged along the sky. Beauty it is, Beauty it was. Beautiful eternity, Complete without mistake. Did the Moon dance with it all night and...
I can often sing myself to sleep. Or sometimes I can count those sheep, jumping over that wall. One. Two. And three.
Working from the inside out.
#adventchallenge Mr. Christmas Tree, standing Tall, rising from the Ground, above the heads Of all.
Shrouded by the mango trees,. Across deserted Kingston Bay,. In truly haunting canopies,. A phantom of the day,. The cobwebs hung like a ghastly banner,. The obscuring untamed brush,.
Snowflakes dancing, Across the midnight sky, Pure white acrobats, Spinning and twirling by. Laying down to rest, On the crisp and dewy grass, Sparkling quilt of white, Now, falling thick and fast.
#adventchallenge God's frozen tears, Falling from the sky, Dancing to the ground, Where in a white blanket they lie.
A smile can still be fake. A laugh can still have hurt. A sun can still have rain. A tile can still hold dirt. A tear can still be good. A scent can last for years. A smile can see me through the day.