Your sigh indicates as though you are tired, sad, and worn out,
Yet, how lovely is your song, dear breeze, how melodious!
Flowing, with scent, from a source unknown to an unknown route,
You make paradise this world vast wide and commodious...!
An amalgamation of Piano, guitar, and flute,
Your silent song, like the gushing of waterfall burbles,
In-depth music of saxophone, violin, harp, and lute,
Blends and mingles and dribbles with medicinal herbals...!
Bathing in ponds and rivers and lakes and oceans and seas,
How immaculate is your breath that gives us existence;
Kissing, on your way, the little animals, birds, and bees,
How divinely you have blessed each one with persistence...!
How caressing is your gentle, tender, and soft air stream!
To flow with you and merge with the universe is my dream...!!!
In honor of our new baby blooms, you are cordially invited to our annual tea. This year we are serving a plethora of herbals, for your sipping pleasure: Peppermint pep, Chamomile comfort, Rose repose, are among them.
This year we are serving the local honey with lavender and lemon (optional); it will relax you to promote your
tea-time bliss.
We also have a poet for your entertainment, as one of the Poppies has penned, quite a bit of wit!
Cinnamon and ginger have graciously volunteered; to regale you with some spicy stories.
The Vanilla beans have baked some wondrous sugar cookies;
they’ll surely delight your palate.
We’ll be decorating with morning glory vines and aromatic, tea roses; It’s only appropriate.
Come one, come all and gather with us; for some flowery delights, herbal and tasty cups of tea.
RSVP to Snapdragons by March 1st.
To these swinging trees with a sound,
rays of light, sloping meadows, glades,
cold, humid walls of cooling shades –
to denizens of the land.
Flowers hugged in the boulders’ rift
with wind shaking stems of herbals,
evoked thoughts beyond words –
passing slowly with a tram lift.
Talus to the peaks and mosses,
next to trees, huts of logs, grasses,
sparking beauty, cozy hamlets.
Bonded with life and harmony,
man to ponder nature’s glory –
fecund valleys, tarn-eyes’ streamlets.
All my life I've been called
-The skinny girl
-You're too thin
-The fragile girl
I was bullied for the size I was born with and can't help fixing it to their perfection
Always getting disgusting looks in their eyes
And the unending questions of - HOW and WHY I'm so skinny
People can be thoughtless of how their words may cut deeper than a knife
Often I'd walked away with stinging pain spreading in my chest while hot tears flowing hastily
I used to wonder if being skinny was so inhuman and was it worth living
I used to believe that being naturally skinny was perfectly ugly
Everyone is trying to feed me
I've tried many styles of massages
I've consumed many local herbals and vitamins prescribed by doctors
I've tried all there is to gain
Yet none has really does anything.
-Because I was born just the way God has create me to His perfection
I was beaten in their criticisms upon my waistline size
I was angry to the world
-But upon realizing how mean people can be
I've changed since and
Love my imperfectly skinny self... (Smile)
Written by Akkina R Downing
11-13-16
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