beauty of nature
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The white season of a year Only one season out of four When people hear jingle bells ring And the shining stars upon the sky
'mother nature gives me life,raising me out of this wet soil.From just a root, my limbs grow -every detail painted with pure precision. I've stood strong for years and years,
Coffee colored roots burgeon up from the hazel chocolate soil that has been dispersed throughout the thing we call time. As the roots and stems begin to develop, an alluring plant is born,
At the dawn of a sun drenched summerFlowing with hope and lightThere began a decay inside of meThat injected my veins with the night
The flower bud in my lobby I plucked, coming in cold and numb. Plum stolen from the vase, And twisted against my thumb. Elevator doors closed,
Look around you weary traveler I promise it is grand If you could but shed The sadness with you stand To grief filled eyes The rain mirrors tears But brighten and be wise
River clear blue and green Trees bestow red and gold laurels Which light upon a flaming orange pyre Flickers of fire dance over the glassy surface a burial fit for the king of trees
The full Moon glows bright Insects whirr in the distance Telling ancient tales
he went crossing oceans and climbing mountains but turned around to see she was skipping puddles and picking flowers as blind as she could be
Close your eyes and listen well Do you hear it too? Abandon your sight, your touch, your smell Before it bids adieu
The grass whispers with the wind A brilliant sight ashore The view is dazzling, clear Be that as it may, could not hope to compare to a youngster's fantasies A short spurt of creative energy
A few can see the small faint beauty of the nature But I wake up to see the new beginnings of every passing day. Faint broken disk merging with the misty clouds in the west
"Listen to the forest. Breathe; this is home." When I say this to myself, I am you. I become Daddy's footprints. My first steps were on top of feet with fingers held in weathered hands
Not far into the forest of nature, Yet far from the noise of the highway, The lake sits silent, and calm, and still, Just as I am, silent, calm, and still, As I rest beside the lake.
There grew a tree in my yard, Planted by Eve, Roots seven years deep. Then I came. There grew a tree in my yard, The humble abode,
Legs folded and bent.Eyes and mouth closed.Ears opened to the whisper of dreams told by the wind.This silent hill speaks mysterious wonder.
A breeze arousing the white sheet A pale mist blowing through the trees Shifting through the withered Lilacs.
Breeze gently blowing Flowers Sway from side to side Sweet scents twirl on by
We went on adventures and saw neat things. We followed the music in hopes for our hearts to sing.
All I Need By: Stephen Heine If I was a poor marooned soul, Stranded on an island away from man. Because without music I have no goal, And I'd wish for a shorter Lifespan.
walking back and forth, the dawn fades in and out, rosy cheeks for a deep red sky, reflecting every feeling, of love and hurt, fear and anticipation, feet sinking into the moistened sand as they walk along,
To know you will always be supported, Held up on either side, an angel to hold your hand, A God to lift you up from your feet. To understand and to comprehend,
(If I were stranded on a deserted island I would bring my love and respect for nature with me). I sat up on the hill, My gaze caught the shore, forest, and stream, Oh, what a thrill! T’was the most glorious dream,
The green of the grass, the color of the flowers; what can compare to the vividness of nature's powers? Even through stone the weeds and the moss grow; the wind and sun engulf all that man knows.
Often I look up to the Skies Relishing the beauty it holds Adorned at night by twinkling Stars And daily by the fiery Sun The full moon so enthralling The wavy Clouds so gorgeous
In the twilight hours of the cicada call When lightning strikes and thunderstorms brawl Weather has no pattern at all I will sit and listen Summer ends, leaves start to fall
His fingertips stroked my lips softly, As he poured life onto me I gasped at the sudden coolness and Embraced the warm sunlight Shining on my bare back I moaned as his liquid flowed down,
I am passionate and humble. I wonder what the future holds for humanity for it seems it desires to be hugged lovingly. I hear “friends” snickering and mumbling behind each other’s backs.
It seems my time has come. Never have I seen the moonlight with such eyes. The rays of pure white light strike me with eye opening edge. Magnificent. I watch the breeze play with the leaves.
Although I've strayed far from home Mother always has a place for me She reintroduces to her elaborate home
Wake up early -- 10 in the morn. Outside your house I beep the horn.
At the midpoint Of a high meandering brook Flicks the tail of a brook trout. The lithe tail curves In the still cool shade of the shelter of the bank
On airy cliff side sits the falcon’s nest, A perch of splendid vacant seaside view, And in it does my youthful spirit rest, Absorbing breath of air and sky of blue; While body lives the life of down-below,
Let’s give a moment of silence for the tomato-red ladybug, Who reminds us that ambling
Air that breathes in life
Air that breathes in life
As the shining sun rises: Birds sing, flowers bloom, And alarm clocks buzz. People groan waking up while Animals peacefully rise. One more day begins. While the sun is up above,
He thought the sky was falling, And i felt it shatter ever day as the sun was setting, She landed on my eyes, we always fall together She blushes as the sun is put to rest,
The vibrant sunshine The peaceful night Nature becomes divine The moon devotes light From the terrible storm To the clear sky Not seeing insects swarm To watching them soar high
Velvet triangles, shiny black buttons and soft pink hands that grip the underside of my window. He is peaceful, finally fully unafraid while sleeping while only I watch his steady daytime slumber.
Swift, brisk, and bright weather continues from the night Shake, break and crumble the earth begins to rumble Sway, soak and breath plants sprout from underneath Pounce, run and flee
The sun peaks perfectly through a gap in the mountain side, illuminating the rising and falling tide that leaves a puff of mist on the shore,
rain drops dotted face
The bright morning sun Dawns behind stormycous Illuminating the felilds below. The animas graze on fresh cut grass And farmers wipe their sweaty brows Just as the soft rain starts to fall.
There is nothing more beautiful than the way the world can change how the light hits the pavement or how the wind hits the trees. This is the only place I know
Is it possible to be something else other than yourself? Sometimes you can feel like a human being But other times you might feel like an animal
Downgrading someone’s beauty because of the shade of their skin?That’s like loathing a flower for the colour of its pigment.Lessening someone’s attractiveness because of the texture of their hair?
As the sun sets over the lake, A fish skillfully soars out of the water To return again to the depths soundlessly.