Once was a tree
Not just any ordinary tree.
Once was introduced to a
world
of no worries for
tomorrow.
Once was a special tree
so said
those who planted me.
Once grew without
knowledge of
my purpose on earth.
I guess it's nature.
To survive, from birth.
All I needed was nurture.
Once friends I had would
converse with I in the
woodlands.
Once we would bow due
to the
wind blows in the
woodlands.
Once I survived death
from wild
fires.
Once time came when
the OWNER
of the woodlands
ordered to cut
down the trees grown
enough to
be processed.
Once in my life said
GOODBYE to
my friends I thought I'll
have for
the rest of my life.
Once I felt the wrath of
death. But
on the bright side of it,
my life
purpose was revealed.
Once my life has new
meaning. To
provide tangible
substance to the
world is my purpose on
earth,
after processing.
Once again the OWNER
will
choose my future from
here.
Once Was A Tree....
A river which glitters like a silver snake
Looked upon from this astonishing height
As it carves a chasm through the mountain stone
After centuries of persistent fight
Watching as the river forges on,
How can a person who has stood in awe
Think his life beset by harsh adversity
Believing to be crushed by one last straw
As he watches the waters tumble and flow
He might learn that to reach a long life goal
He needs only to hold one course through life
And that it helps to have a dauntless soul
There’s a certain crash of sound--
Aquamarine waves.
Like the Life that’s all around,
The Ocean’s song Wakes.
The Sea stretches Forever,
Like stars out in space.
Our own concept of never—
Hardly has a place
Heaven and Earth meet far off—
Their colors blending;
Sometimes harsh and sometimes soft—
Always Reflecting.
The good of Life can be seen,
Looking out to Sea—
It’s constant, sparkling Blue sheen
Shows what we can Be.
Water, what a beautiful thing.
It's found beneath the earth,
And around it forms a ring.
It's a marvelous creation.
It's never destroyed,
only transformed into gas.
Destruction is does avoid,
and gives life to dying grass.
It never seems depressed or sad,
Not even when in a muddy puddle.
It is always good and never bad,
Always free flowing and subtle.
It both flies and flows,
Pure with life giving power.
The path to life it always shows,
Either in a cloud or a beautiful flower.
raindrops breathing new life into parched land
cycle of life continues
cradle the little things
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Satin blooms emit christening glow
Fertile shroud glistening in the morning dew
Burgeoning life cloaked in feathery milieu
Fecund shroud pared; tiny tubes left on life support
Branching shoots emerge; emerald buds suspend
Fetal scales ballast submerged embryos
Gilding beams stream; ingratiating juices flow
Crescent globes expand, ensconcing fragile buds
Branching veins new life extends
Waxy, green blades vibrant foliage portends
Blades segment; fibrous tissue new route plans
Two ventricles around the main arteries band
Lush fronds; burnished strands
Human life beholds many tales,
most are of historic mistakes and of
wrong-doing.
Still change thrives regardless of
our repetitive and inane habits.
The life that grows to dominate
our Mother Earth becomes selfish and greedy
but yet She is forgiving,
still providing a home.
Sadly, the colour of corruption glows
red like the blood-stained ground that
we endlessly create.
History repeats itself only to become
text on another page of something
we consider “just the way of life”;
it never seems to enter our minds
and hearts.
Mistakes are birthed like a new born
child – innocent and pure.
But lessons are never fully learnt.
they become dust within our souls
creating hidden colours that we foolishly
try to hide under a false image of purity.
Human life ought to be seen as precious
but due to these hidden colours we are
destined to become history ourselves.
Sweet and gentle,
the wind creates motion,
plant-life sways creating
an illusion of glimmering colour.
The sound of the buzzing life hidden
amongst it gives life to a once deserted
land.
The smell of the many flowers is carried
by the slight breeze almost teasing
the senses one beholds.
An ocean of colour floods the
unaware mind creating many
images of how life flows in petite
waves.
A gentle blue dominates the skies
dotted with the purest of white,
sunlight feeds the processes that
are hidden from sight.
The softness of the grass is like
silk against new born skin.
Energy governs this place then yet
life itself is overlooked by many.
Many secrets still unknown and
kept almost jealously are awaiting
their turn to be released under
these gentle blue skies for nature
is something of a hidden treasure.
~blue northern winds
a frolicking arctic
whistling the blues
~blue skies darken
the sun’s eyelid is closed
life dares to dream
~blue bulb tulips
adamant potential
life given stores
~blue dormancy
frozen earthly landscape
fur bearing seals
Sand water air natural parts of the earth,
making homes and many giving birth,
evolving rapidly over the years,
noticing the worlds new lethal tears,
in the sky new things would fly,
using computers to help us get by,
extinction could be a new revelation,
through out our dirty rotten nation,
give some time and help conservation,
green leaves that wont grow black will flow,
living and breathing the last we'll blow,
treasure what we have before its gone,
we don't want to look back destruction is upon,
in museums can only be seen,
the life that should have been,
only in past memories or old fables,
the world we no as historic tables,
stop your actions and learn to preserve,
the life and living we deserve,
any organism worthy of consistence,
mothers all in the whole existence,
if no respect we have to reject,
to the electric chair we have to inject,
fallen from our dying space,
whirled away like a beautiful face.
I watched you from my window
Clinging on for dear life,
Trembling on that thin branch,
Howling winds cut like a knife.
Your life was draining away,
Veins became raw and bare,
Inevitably you had to fall,
I watched you lay right there
Where my dirty brown boots
Crushed your brothers and sisters,
Crinkled scarlet and gold leaves
Piled up, covered with blisters.
There, resting at my feet
Like a fallen, scarlet star
Your pitiful life reminded me
Of how fragile we truly are.
I am glad I am very much alive thisday
Living among the living is my existence
Is my existence now truly a living?
Is my living an essence of existence?
The tale of my existence.
I live by the grace of the Almighty
Enemies and detractors quite abound
Militating factors their ugly heads do rare
But the struggle of life I fight to give
The tale of my existence.
Stories and tales of others do give me hope
Achievers and attainers attitudes motivate
Undaunted I become in this pursuit of life
My existence I shall live to positive fruition
Tha tale of my existence.
I close my eyes to feel her rhythmic hum,
an ancient hymn that thrives within us all,
with arching curve and wise maternal sprawl,
to her fertile wood, with joy, I succumb.
As air envelopes body, mind and soul,
the breath of life flows in and fills the wells-
the deep, the dark, and sorrow it dispels
attuning unaligned with self control.
In flames untamed, unbridled passion burns
to stimulate creative drive to be,
a swirling fevered dance of breaking free,
its searing heat refines and there I learn.
The waves that undulate with tidal tow
wash over braised and battered mortal limbs
and float the fanciful and subtle whims
to soothe abrasive pain that life bestows.
Come wind and wave from earth, with flame take flight,
combine in me upon this starry night.
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Between the palms on soft warm sand recline
Eyes lightly closed; beauty, sound saturate
With your hand perfectly enclosed in mine
Sensory elements accelerate
Opening my eyes to gaze at the palms
Dark color that look like a peacock's feathers
In full plummage while he struts very calm
Peaceful the scene almost like the heather
Of Scotland when in full bloom brings peace_calm
Beauty surrounds me now and enfolds me
Into an inner world in time such balm
Pink cotton candy sky calls let life be
Carefree carefree just live your life carefree
As on island recline lost to all time
Carefree carefree live in total free glee
Ah! what life could be if this island mine
A fallen leaf upon the ground ,
Discarded by its mother.
No longer having any use ,
Pushed aside for another .
A simple life as it was ,
Spawned in early spring .
Bursting forth in happiness
Shading birds as they sing .
From cool nights and mornings ,
To scorching hot summer days .
It spent its life on a limb ,
Pleasing to a passing gaze .
Yet its time was quite short ,
Dispatched by a winter breeze .
It joined its siblings in the air ,
Scattered amongst the trees .
Though left to pass all alone ,
Its existence fading quickly .
It spent its life as a leaf ,
To be enjoyed by you and me ..
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