Within this earthly World
Seeds are planted
Wildflowers... grow
Son---Shine's through
Watering God's garden
With Divine Eternal Love
Plant feeding.. with Holy Words
Bringing minerals... food to Flowers
Love... Faith... Hope...
Healthy Soil.. Fertilization
For all God's Creation
God's Garden of Flowers--Souls
Beautiful Flowers of Souls
Start from Seeds
Holy Word... gives food...
Spirit--souls.. Beautifully grows
Then manifestation.. grows
Wildflowers’... becomes the Beautiful Rose
Son... Replenish –Restores whole
Faith given beholds... Our Strong Tower
But if you not give or receive food
Flowers of Souls.. still can grow
But depends
How good roots are within Soil
They may just wither away
some day...
As we know
there are weeds
Who come to choke
Life.. Precious Love.. out
Of God’s Beautiful Flowers of Souls
Time soon to be
Season comes.. for Replanting
Beautiful Roses.. many colors of Flowers
Into God's Glorious garden
Eternal Beautiful Fragrance of Love
Come to Jesus.. Let God’s Son.. Shine in..
Grow.. Replenish within..
Be ready to be Replanted
Into God’s Glorious garden
The flowers blossom in the spring,
While the colorful birds their song sing.
Life is as beautiful as it ever was,
Flowers, colors, life and wings buzz.
The ants comes out to welcome the sunlight,
The bats and night creatures welcome the warm night.
It's a mystical time of the year spring is,
With it's pleasant sights as is the spring iris.
From death to life, From dark to light,
It's for the eyes the most beautiful sight.
Life itself flows in all directions during this season,
With no particular worries, abundant for no particular reason.
Searching, traveling, and walking without a care. It sure feels good outside to
breathe a fresh and clean scent of air.
The sun is beautiful in the sky. Birds are chirping. Letting out air feels quite a
release after drinking soda pop, after burping.
Just strolling along with the wind blowing through my hair.
And enjoying the 33 1/2 year of life breathing fresh air.
Many years have passed since swimming.And, watching a baseball game in its
seventh inning.
When possible, at times I dress sexy. Beauty tips are sometimes shared.
Careful not to wear skirts that are too short. Sometimes with long hair guys have
stared.
The party is now over and I can't wait until there is another state fair.
Just stepping into the beautiful day or night makes me appreciate the wonderful
mystique of air.
AMAZING DAY AHEAD !!!
Today gonna be something new
Sun rays looking beautiful on the dew
Shinning mounts providing scenic view
On green grass are cute butterflies few
Flowers bringing lovely aroma
Freeing out of the mental trauma
Birds wiggling in the sky
Chanting & saying each other HI
Leaves dancing with the breeze
Kukku’s singing on the trees
Mermaids jumping just to tease
Never letting the water to freeze
Thundering sounds signal the lows
Panic amongst everyone grows
Taking the charge of the show
Flies out with colors
Our very own Rainbow
Changing sky from blue to red
Pouring clouds on the earths bed
Really liked this beautiful poem that I read
Going to be Amazing Day Ahead !!!
------YASHU
The bare limbs on my trees have awakened
Written By Dean Masciarelli
March 21, 2011 (4:26am)
The bare limbs on my trees have awakened
From their deep sleep and all of my trees have
finally started sprouting newly formed leaves
And my hibiscus in the back yard
is full of purple white laced flowers
scenting my yard like the garden of Eden
And all of my rose bushes have buds on them
which will blossom soon with beautiful flowers
And the crepe myrtles and the
dog woods
and the Japanese cherry trees
Have all been welcomed additions
to this wonderful neighborhood
And soon the butterflies and the
dragonflies will
return along with the honey bees
And my weeping willow will soon be dancing in the wind
which is always a joy to watch when the wind is blowing
Because it looks like an angel that has begun to spread
out its vast wings
And I am grateful for all these beautiful things because
I have lived to see another brand new season of spring
The gentle snow touches the ground,
Snow is everywhere and all around.
What a beautiful sight to see,
Blessing us all especially you and me.
The pine trees covered in white,
Standing tall in rows, what a delight.
God's beautiful winter postcard,
When you walk the snow is crisp and hard.
Cars and buses passing by,
The pedestrians will arrive if they try.
What a picturesque and wonderous day,
God's paintbrush kind, each and every way.
God blesses us all the young and old
The short and tall, the brave and bold.
Winter is miraculous each year,
The warmth when you arrive home, an experience dear.
A cup of tea or hot chocolate warms you up,
You think and reminsce and then sup.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
As sunset begins to set in the sky takes on a deep salmon color.
Clouds of grays and whites start to mix and stir taking on a awesome sight.
The greenery begins to glow of a yellow hew.
The pinks turn to red and greys turn to a charcole and black.
The winds pick up tossing trees to the left and to the right.
This is the beginning of a stormy stormy night.
Then as the drops of rain begin to fall, they slap everything not just one but all.
Then as the storms pace begins to quicken the sound become that of a earie thing.
Hail begins to peck upon the roof of tin.
Hail pounding when will it end?.
Then the sky would light up if only for a glance.
Thunder would clap and scare one out of the chance.
Then as quick as it had begun the storm was over just to start all over again.
Hours had passed and the fronts had gone for now off in the distance was a
wonderful light show.
As it had quieted down we would nessle back into our bedsand closed our eyes for
a short nap.
Morning had come like a blink of an eye.
The sun was rising what a beautiful sight.
Once again the beautiful skies of electric blue appeared.
Who was to have known of the stormy stormy night?.
As sunset begins to set in the sky takes on a deep salmon color.
Clouds of grays and whites start to mix and stir taking on a awesome sight.
The greenery begins to glow of a yellow hew.
The pinks turn to red and greys turn to a charcole and black.
The winds pick up tossing trees to the left and to the right.
This is the beginning of a stormy stormy night.
Then as the drops of rain begin to fall, they slap everything not just one but all.
Then as the storms pace begins to quicken the sound become that of a earie thing.
Hail begins to peck upon the roof of tin.
Hail pounding when will it end?.
Then the sky would light up if only for a glance.
Thunder would clap and scare one out of the chance.
Then as quick as it had begun the storm was over just to start all over again.
Hours had passed and the fronts had gone for now off in the distance was a
wonderful light show.
As it had quieted down we would nessle back into our bedsand closed our eyes for
a short nap.
Morning had come like a blink of an eye.
The sun was rising what a beautiful sight.
Once again the beautiful skies of electric blue appeared.
Who was to have known of the stormy stormy night?.
The grey mass that makes all kinds of shapes
Laying on the meadow grass looking upward
Life has no strings attached it’s a wireless cord
Life is not easy but at the end we will receive our reward
Being next to the one we love which is our lord
Far away in the distant air
Floating free with not a single care
Sitting in a chair with all despair
Watching the clouds and butterflies having an affair
So beautiful as the sun begins to set all we can do is stare
One with the sky as the wind blow
On the earth the descend and flow
During trouble times they come together and become dark and grow
Even after the sun rays find there way through on the earth they glow
For us everyday they put on a different show
Looking up in amazement we clap in our hearts from below
Always floating quiet and never loud
No matter how many are in the sky they never seem to crowd
They are all together as one and together they are proud
It’s a beautiful life to live…the life of a cloud
Tenuous fragile sliver of blue.
Morning's stardust gravitational glue.
Protect your planet like a soothing blanket.
Since your creation,it's your insulation.
Deflects radiation,stellar penetration.
Tenuous fragile sliver of blue.
Your morning's mirage seen by few.
Parentally divine violent thin blue line.
Living shield,your earths force field.
Molecular creation,prevents devastation.
Tenuous fragile sliver of blue.
Kaleidoscopic gases torn in two.
Artists eisels clash, a fiery flash.
Your naked moon stripped bare and battered.
Enviously staring,my surface shattered.
Tenuous fragile sliver of blue.
Your beautiful planet will be gone too soon.
Lifelessly evolving just like your moon.
Soon our good Lord will be in mourning.
But today i'll enjoy your beautiful morning
I see the image of a white sandy beach,
Caressing the beautiful blue green water.
The tall palm trees randomly rooted along the shore,
Protecting all who walk there, keeping them cool on a warm day.
The cabanas on the beach, excellent shelter from the rays of the sun,
The white sand with the many shells along the walkway.
The beach volleyball court nearby where friendly games are played,
A walk to the elegant condominiums and swimming pool.
A refreshing and pleasurable swim in the exquisite swimming pool,
White and green tables and chairs by the pool side.
Lounge chairs where you can sit and view the beautiful paradise,
Perhaps read your favorite book or novel, reflection of a Limetree beach paradise.
Author: Gwen Meyer-Erlach Schutz
A beautiful autumn sunrise.
A burst of red and gold rising
Slowly over the still lake.
An exquisite sight to behold.
The autumn morning comes alive
With all nature's sights and sounds.
Behold it while you may,
Sunrise is so fleeting.
A sunny October morning
With an early chill in the air.
Curled into a deck chair,
Steam arising from coffee cup.
Watching the early birds hunting,
Poking through the crisp, dry leaves.
Chirping to each other.
Scurrying here and there.
The deer tentatively approach
To nibble on the tree branches.
Necks stretch high in model pose.
Unmindful of human presence
They pretend not to notice me.
I pretend not to see them.
This beautiful morning
Is nature's gift to me.
for Catie Lindsay's focus on syllables contest (8,8,7,8,8,7,6,6)
Life seems so beautiful and so much fun
For Summer days are now over and done
And pretty days of Autumn are here
With all its luxurious glow and fair
Where trees are all smiling with fain
And changing its color same to same
Yellow, brown and red from the lovely green
And every where God's beauty can be seen
It all looks so serene and quiet
And also very astonishing and bright
That I feel lost in this God's magic
And forget about all my life's tragic
Where sky is clear, nice and bright
And no more clouds floating at night
And this is the perfect kingdom of God
Who gives us strength of love in odd
And spread all this peace and glory hue
For all of us to enjoy it too
Where sunshine falls on our face
And shows God's blessings and its trace
And gives us strength to go on in life
And learn to here brightly survive
And enjoy the miracle of dear God
Who is our only loving Lord
Who shows this beauty of the changing hue
From green to red, yellow, brown and blue.
Enjoy The Beauty Of Autumn Colors!!!
(Inspired by the beautiful Autumn in Sydney, Nova Scotia, Canada)
Seema Chowdhury
30th Sep, 2010
so beautiful the night cries
shooting stars,
these are breathless minutes
I bear mere moments
of Ecstasy, for a thousand
hours in torment
forever forgives the bane
of man, but eternity remembers
I embrace each stroke of love
abhor the slight of hate,
life was ever so beautiful
my night cried,
I seep into the sands of time
in a shimmer of satin tears
as I release a star to love
I laid down my pen
and got on my knees
not to pray for any great miracle
but in remembrance
of the mantle of wonder …
and the O so beautiful world
that had finally draped around my shoulders,
like the seamless gown of Christ
its shelter and natures redemption,
embraces all
It goes on as the trees forever reach
and flowers gape their spring smiles
again and again, her seasons like
whims,
with the scamper of possums
inscribing the testaments of earth
their pawed initials, sincerely ours
leaving a sea of scrolls landmark-ed
eternally
as the whiteness of waves filigree our shores
and the rugged mountain ranges their peaks
shine like crowns
oh this beautiful world …
shes the daughter mother,sister
within those arms she has born us all
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