A vast ,babbling vast of green lush grass,
spread out on rocky mountains.
Rays of sun light ,awaking slumbering buds, from a sleeping beauty.
Winds of tranquility shifting the images of the spring sky.
Ob-east Caterpillars crawl on the aged bark of trees, to hang.
To transform into a flying beauty.
Flapping its wings towards a flower to lay and rest.
Both flower and butterfly complementing each others beauty,in a bonding image .Seen by the eyes .Standing, awestruck stillness . Dandelions picked from the earths ground to be blown,
for a desperate wish, to spring to reality.
Birds cutting the infinite winds of the sky,
baring worms in their beak. Bounty for an off spring.
Children play, on the play grounds,releasing in to the air sounds of horse play.
Mustangs of distant lands gallop free and wild.Yellow pollen filled antennas of hibiscus pollinated by buzzing bumblebees.
A city filled with people complementing the weather,wearing sleeveless shirts.
A unborn baby expected time of arival spring.From the moist soil of a mothers womb a baby springs.Many suffice in spring.From spring vibrant laughter springs.
Dead images of winter, spring forth and spring forth they shall.
Thanking words spring forth to the open spring weather, for favoring my land.
I hope not to ofend any other seasons, but for faviring the impecable spring I have my reasons.
THE TRANSMOGRIFICATION OF THE UNICORN IN THE WARLOCK’S GARDEN
Sabien, Sr. gathers his weapons to join his son.
In his quest to depart knowledge, he must be the wise one.
His son heard him speak that Sabien, II was the Unicorn in the
Sabien, II slept silently amongst the flowers and the trees.
Thus far, he had not been transmuted.
His father promises his faith.
He would change him into a much grandeur state.
As the night became day, Sabien, Sr. finds all the herbs that will be
needed for transmogrification.
He begins to fulfill his promise.
He will sup with the Unicorn.
At eleven-thirty a.m., Sabien, Sr. beacons for the Unicorn who was
patiently waiting under his favorite tree.
He responded by entering the Warlock’s Vicinity.
The feast started at noon with drink, meats, breads, berries, and so
The Unicorn spoke to his father.
He was not aware of his metamorphosis.
He had transformed to his human image,
which is Sabien Allegra Baldwin, II.
The splendor of glory shows his father to be a powerful Warlock.
Magnificent are both in their opulence.
Sabien, Sr. speaks and proclaims his son as the next Warlock.
Sabien, II recognizes himself as a young man.
He stands and accepts his position as the Warlock’s Apprentice.
They embraced militantly and voiced their creed…
Our spirits must be with the heavens and terrain.
Our focus is terrestrial.
This is our garden that we must protect.
A superfluous and superlative existence we have.
Sabien, Sr. speaks, “The revelation of your crossing, Sabien, II, is superb.
You came, as I knew you would.”
PENNED JULY 15, 2014.
(For the first part, please read the Unicorn in the Warlock's Garden!)
I do not know?
The godliness of adoption is...
...an act of love to be turned into man's greed in plot and plunder?
Or is this our chance to stand tall with this god-given entrust; to see the ways in the work of his wonder?
After all, are we not our own sister, father, mother or brother?
Given this veiw to a share, not to hide from one and many of our other
The godliness in adoption is...
...when a gift of spring rose is not just like any other rose
And from where this beauty sought - is never hidden or sold
A shining from God's greenest garden
This young floret of flower to behold
These are the gleamings of spring
In many a flower dreamt dreams
...To live a life that only the almighty and each could have chose
For it is the pedals of a rose that grow to reach out for our humanity
Not for the needs of our suppose
Daffodils bunch, spring has sprung,
Sun raises higher to waken sleepy heads;
No time for hibernation now as spring fever hits, -
create time to get together; go fly a kite,
or sit and chill, make daisy chains.
Let the sunshine bring warm sunny days.
In meadows baby lambs take their first steps;
whilst mad March hare hops and plays
with baby bunnies dotting the green fields
of the countryside.
A season where everything wants to bloom,
time to trim those lawns and weed again;
and all just in time before spring rains
will once more aid those thirsty
flowers and bulbs as they grow.
For it is now that gorgeous butterflies
flutter gracefully by giving nature a helping hand;
pollinating the kingdom while watching little chicks -
crack open their Easter eggs, just in time
to join in the madness of this happy holiday season.