Come down, come down
To the sound of the wind
Feel the cattails blow across ones face.
As the red wing black bird sings
The song is one that most protest
Hear the song whisper on
And one will hear perfection
Of nature’s harmony
So end industry
And do not bottle perfection in a zoo
For what a person does not want to view
Is decay, frustration, and death
How blows the soft vague wind,
She can't make up her mind;
For she travels with a restlessness,
Her footsteps we cannot find.
To taste the breath of being,
And know the wind is there;
Will lift the wings with freedom,
And take us everywhere.
The wind rides in solitude,
In her diaphanous delight;
Her skirts brush eternity,
To gather the stars of night.
The wind whispers my song to you,
A song I sing for you only;
This song I share you've heard before,
But it keeps me from feeling lonely.
One light clap
Then boom, boom
Wind, rain, storm
Willow threw her head back and laughed as the wind whipped her hair
Large raindrops then faster, smaller and plentiful
All the earth was singing praises, the song of the ages, all the earth sang praise
Delighted at the wind~ going out under the eves of the house
Breathing in the moist air, enjoying the zephyr blowing
I was singing praises, the song of the ages, I was singing praises
Two months since we had any rain to amount to much
All was dry, the plants and trees were hurting, the garden needed rain
Those irrigating hoses just don't bless the earth like rain
The clouds linger the moist air floats about
Birds of the air are quiet relishing each moment
Thanksgiving today for God watered for me
“SQUAWK, Squawk, squawk” ,the Bald Eagle’s song of Freedom, Liberty and Serenity
bird Houses, in my backyard are filled with baby Chickadees , Whining , is their Song
If they Knew by the end of Summer, in stillness before the Rain: Phoebe - Tranquility
the clouds Thicken and Blacken : the Chickadee puffs her chest, sings Phoebe song
The rain softly Crying a Phoebe’s resounding echoes , Chickadees, duel Ability
the sky is blue: the wind is calm: a single Phoebe "warning" believe in Her Validity
His Bright Red Plumage
He can not hide from my Eyes
Tapping and rapping, His song
There’s no Special beat
A Redheaded Woodpecker
Tap, Tap, Tap, Rap, Raps his Song
So close sits this Robin beside me
No Songs, just the Promise of Spring
Inspired by the Contest : " For(Four) Beautiful Birds"
Sponsored by CONSTANCE~~A Rambling POET~~
Written : May 1st - 2nd, 2011 By HGarvey Daniel Esquire
5th Place
You are music to my ears little song bird.
Outside my window in the morning,
with the sun knocking at my door.
Every morning you wake me softly little song bird,
like tiny whispers in my ear
to stir me from my slumber.
Don't ever leave my window sill.
I need your songs
like the moon needs to ocean.
I need your songs
like a flower needs the rain.
You are music to my ears little song bird.
Outside my window in the morning,
with the sun knocking at my door.
It is you that I adore.
Atop the mountain, watching “Earth Live”
Struggles, Created by Mankind
Mother “Earth” You overcome : THRIVE
Love oozes from Your “HEART, SOUL, MIND “
Struggles, Created by Mankind
Thoughtlessness ; You have Forgiven
Love oozes from Your “HEART, SOUL, MIND “
The survival Pact, we both are Driven
Thoughtlessness ; You have Forgiven
Memories of the day of “ Rebirth “
The survival Pact, we both are Driven
To “ Re-Supply “ His GIFT, Called “EARTH”
Memories of the day of “ Rebirth “
The song of the Birds; the Tears of Tomorrow
To “ Re-Supply : His GIFT, Called “EARTH”
Replenish the LOVE; it will never know Sorrow
The song of the Birds; the Tears of Tomorrow
Mother “Earth” You overcome : THRIVE
Replenish the LOVE; it will never know Sorrow
Atop the Mountain, watching Earth : ALIVE
Inspired By the Contest “ Pantoum “
Sponsored By Paula Swanson
Written By HGarvey Daniel Esquire
Dedicated to Paula Swanson; Thank-YOU for YOUR inspiring
“ Pantoums “
Awake now the nightingale
Hid, I cannot see its face
Webs the day a better tale
And soothe the heart with its grace
To hear it sing, one must leave
The chill clamors of the night
And mute thoughts that make morn grieve
And sup its song and sunlight
How sweet on the morning air
It pours its sweet consolation
Free of charge this balm I share
The peace of restoration
O nightingale, o kind muse
O clinic to human care
That I neither bought nor choose
That submission brings me here
How bright you rinse the chill day
And set my hope clean flaming
And sorrows old past away
Your song my joy reclaiming
the strong shrieking wind
a song for trees to sing to
with a whistling noise
the birds have scattered
the song more dominant
with the wind howling
the influx of rain
inherent, a dripping sound
a new tune are played
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Little grows in this famished land,
its sad song eerily carried upon the wind
is seldom heard across a land spurned by nature,
as if,
destined to be laid bare.
However,
an indescribable beauty,
defiant of nature, is evident to those
who take time to witness
what lies before them,
yet remain cautious of the danger
this beauty contrives.
Life survives precariously,
a testament to its resilience,
each day a challenge,
this land of desert
offers safe harbor to none.
A sad song is eerily carried upon the wind,
each verse a warning,
enter this land of desert,
death alone is guaranteed.
Halls of green pines high, a kissing sun, a poets sky.
Gentle winds caress the skin, colours burst and blend
within. Pinks and blues in sentient sprays, natures love
fills my days. Daisies, buttercups catch the eye, as
birds in song fill the sky. Flora dances, Flora sings,
with her song the colour brings. Sows her seed as she
plays, shows her love in many ways. And lazy sun just
watches on, the grass is lush and dew is gone. And the
dragonfly darts with translucent wings, the busy bee as
pollen clings, sunbeams fall and kiss the skin, and I
soak the joy felt deep within. I stand and listen, nought
to hear, but the opening petals of a dog rose near. This
aura this ambience, holds both heart and soul in a trance.
Spellbound by this wondrous gift, my thoughts aroused
and senses lift. The one thing missing in this paradise, is
your hand.
Night time ends it’s reign of terror
animals come out to play
the bite is taken off the winters chill
the song birds greet the day
sleep is rubbed from morning eyes
hot coffee fills the air
a stillness almost holy
a quiet soft and rare
as the morning glows to red
the song bird really sings
to welcome the sun as it crests the horizon
on it’s golden wings.
The day is bright with autumn chill and scented air is brisk and pure
And silent gardens are put to bed, as end of year draws swiftly near
We hear the music of the trees, of rustling leaves of red and tan
Let's sing a song to thank our God, for lavish beauty of this land
While autumn drops across the hills, with stain ablaze in amber glow
And hearts are filled with peace of mind to know He keeps a watch below
The wind seeks out the apple tree and rises with celestial zest
And mighty oaks drop acorns free, soon squirrels will scurry to their nest
Where ample harvest from golden earth, and flying geese bid sweet adieu
While loved ones gather around the hearth, our Lord, these blessing come from you
And when the trees are stripped and bare, a world takes rest, to start anew
We bow our heads in silent prayer,
For things like these and many more
We sing our song of gratitude.....
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Inspired by "Hymns of Autumn" contest
sponsored by Brian Strand
Swans glide on water
Elegant graceful lovers
Float to other
Swans mate forever
Greeting caressing lovers
Touch slightly linger
(Inspiration from John Denver's song "A Song For All Lovers" and Daystar TV Worship Videos)