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---------------The Unselfish Gift
Huddled within; these majestic peaks, Crisp air adds a chill.
For this is; a solitary place, As I lonely; roam these hills.
From this place; I can see, this wonderful vision, given to thee.
In the center, beneath this sky, Smothered in cloud, peaks on high.
As I greet another day, and I glance upon this land,
I often wish I were able; to take a moment, to shake his hand.
This vision I have; and awsome sight,
To praise him high; seems only right.
Lake of crystal water; Valley of colorful hues,
I only have one to thank; For these priceless views.
For on his canvas; we call earth,
He paints a picture; for all to see.
He brings us life; affords us birth,
Within his strokes, all his splendor.
Unselfish acts; and lack of need,
He gives to thee; free of greed.
These visions of hope; these sights of beauty,
All we have is one task,
To protect what he shares.
This alone is what he asks.
The Giver
From this empty shell; a special heart once did dwell,
Within its time; beat it did
And, did so very well
On the journey; it did so tier
Always pumping, always yearning,
From shell to light; being the best,
Transferred from one; to anothers chest
Shock it to life; end anothers pain,
For they still have; much to gain,
Close up the chest; as it were a dome,
For this heart; now has a home
As you sit upon the river,
Forget not; the unselfish giver,
For in their absence; you gain pleasure,
From what was once; their greatest treasure
As this heart, continues to beat,
Forget not; their choice,
So that you; may continue to live,
And fill the heart; with rejoice.
The Flower
Moonflower at night; lavender by day,
Magnificent sights; some would say,
From, river to valley; and fields to hills.
Some partake; of daffodils
Violets of blue; roses of pink,
What colors are missing; let me think,
We often forget; from the ground,
Most of them; start as brown
From stem to leaf; most turn green,
Some stand straight; some may lean,
From below; their darkened tomb,
Most of them; come to bloom
Within the cycle; colors will flow,
Some still seen; by moonlights glow,
It gains its strength; from its roots,
From atop; it bears its fruits
In your search; of strength and power,
Take a lesson; view a flower.
Nature Enchantment
Open the sacred book, my friend, and see what treasures lay before you
A world with endless dreams made possible by our Heavenly Father.
Your wishes can flourish within your heart and never look back,
Your senses refresh . . . and your spirit is cleansed.
The charm of nature has beguiled your mind,
Taking you on journies you never thought possible.
Pick from a variety of seasons . . . engage in an otherworldy land,
Let the wind take you wherever you want to go.
As the ocean waves flow to and forth,
Let Poseidon enter and awaken your eyes.
As He adjoins the pieces that have been thrown off kilter,
Your breath becomes whole and wishes for an encore.
The ice that once hardened your heart, melts into the ocean floor,
Peace has arrived from the forbidden abyss. Open the sacred book, my friend, and see what treasures lie before you,
A world with endless dreams made possible by our Heavenly Father.
Renewal
This barren land; beneath my feet,
Was once: field of wheat.
Scorched by fire; laid to rest,
Done by Mother Nature; she knows best.
Over yonder; timbers too,
Ablaze in color; she starts anew.
She reclaims her land; our plantations,
As she prepares; for new generations.
Though we feel; a deepened loss,
Pay heed; for she is boss.
She will dictate; the cycle of life,
Over her lands; through her strife.
She sends us a message;
Each time that she burns,
For it is life;
That she truely yurns.
From blackened soils; to lush green hills,
Mother Nature continues; to bring us thrills.
From flowers anew; to sprouting pines,
Even the fields; of lush grape vines.
It is not for us to question; Only for us to follow through.
For she returns; what she must take,
As she knows; what's at stake.
In her hands; we put our trust,
For life to continue; its a must.
So question not; as she burns,
Throughout time we have learned,
Through this pain; and blackened sky,
We need not ask;
for we know why.
In her grace; and compasionate heart,
She affords us; a brand new start.
For new generations; they will see,
This beautiful land; she has given to thee.
Changing Rules
We scorch our lands; and pollute our waters,
What of our kin; sons and daughters,
Just to meet our demands,
We have scarred; our sacred lands
Sun rises; over the valley,
As I sit and keep the tally,
One bird flying; over yonder,
Two squirrels, singing song,
No sights or sounds; of any others,
Where could they; all have gone
Cityscapes; in the distance,
For we meet; no resistance,
Build it here; bury there,
Never considering; deer or bear
Often I think; what of thee,
As I perch; beneath this tree,
Had Mother Nature; changed the rules
And they forced us; to be the fools
Pushing us away; more each day,
Till we starve; or expire,
Turning away; from our home,
Always forcing; us to roam
As the sun sets; to the west,
Forget not; we are guests,
Mind your manners; do no harm,
Take Mother Nature; in your arms
For now we too; are on the run,
The damage is great; and cant be undone,
Keep her clean; within your space,
Enjoy her bounty; but leave no trace.
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