My likes and dislikes you are about to read
I loathe racism and conglomerate greed
Being in the middle mix, when there's a Sandra Dee
Always promoting themselves, hey look at me
The mistreatment of family, neighbours and friends
As hopefully their intelligence bucks this trend
Our treatment of earth's gems, her animals and plants
Succumb to never as the big companies rant
But inside of me there are many things that I love
They are so close to my heart that they fit like a glove
Firstly my children, three boys and a girl
Andrew, Steven, Rebekah and Liam - they are my world
Secondly there is, my music and art
But the sounds are the first as my arts to restart
The third are the seasons of beauty I await every year
Especially the spring, when buds and fruits appear
Nature delights our vision and captures our minds
It's the reason we react, to beauty and grind
So Amy Green, the above is my say
It's basically me on any given day
How fortunate, the ones who pause
and slowly take the time
to look at nature's scenery
and see such beauty sublime.
It doesn't matter what season it is,
there's beauty beyond compare.
Such mastering of creation is His,
made for us with loving care.
You do yourself wrong when you don't take the time
to see what was put here for you.
Look around and as your eyes climb,
just gaze at the sky so blue.
Know that your days upon this earth
are precious, yet numbered and few.
And in taking the time do you see the worth
of all that was put here for you ?
autumn blazes magnificient colors,
seasons change as leaves fall to the ground,
their essence lays a blanket of beauty with colors of red, gold, and brown,
the breeze blows as it pleases,
each leaf positioned in his particular place,
floating colors of god's creation,
gracefully falling through time and space,
portraying the master's beauty for all the earth to see,
before the wind passes down a new generation, and rebirth starts with brand new seed.
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