nature
in any form
observed by onlookers
beautiful and captivating
preserved
let's have fun
outside with the sun
thank the crops for every grain
thank the clouds for drop of rain
appreciate trees in the woods
appreciate the ocean for seafoods
enjoy bird watching from a far
enjoy a lake visit near by
express our gratitude above
express it by making move
stop using dynamite in the sea
stop cutting down the trees
avoid depleting the ecosystem
avoid taking all the gems
protect animals from chemical
protect all that is natural
The fawn arrived at one o’clock on a sunny Sunday
In the middle of Australia, where her mother had consumed bits of hay
The birth was easy, onlookers were silent, loving their deer
This fawn, named Sassy, was glad she was born in the meadow here
Some deer are born into an anxious, hunter’s kind of world, but not she.
With confidence, she began to nurse, feeling happy to be Twitchy’s baby.
If I were a deer, I would want to be this one for sure.
The people who raise her herd have hearts that are pure.
The elixir, the liquid transparent treasure
flowing through the caverns of rocks unto the unfathomable abysmal layers of the Garden,
Replete in rivers, streams, brooks and cascades.
Who gave you all these?
Pensez bien ! Rappelez bien !
Les arbres, les herbs the fauna et flora on the valleys and the peaks of mountains, plains and prairies, the largest Fishery that surrounds this civilized planet with its trillions of schools , fleets and herds; and the oasis at the vast stretches of dreadful deserts.
Who gave you all these?
Pensez bien ! Rappelez bien !
La Lune et le Soleil - the queen and the king of the heavenly orbit and the million minions of celestial celebrities with their ceaseless service and servitude turning the canopy unto a kaleidoscope beyond comparison.
Who gave you all these?
Pensez bien ! Rappelez bien ! Praise the Lord and preserve the prize !
Ça, n'oubliez pas !
It's not too late to be that lassie,
who speaks out loud and is some times sassy..
It's never too late while one has breath,
to take that chance, preserve what's left..
It's not too late to be restitute, in a quest
for fairness, to share one's truths..
It's never too late in a land with freedoms to
appeal to it's people to reflect and to reason..
It's never too late to turn that page,
with hope and love for a better age..
PRESERVE RELUSH- Choose Wisely your What Guards
Your Heart for We are Products of our Environment
The rain mine tears, earthen grounds lusted flesh
I am that I am a light
I am that I am in His sight
Created soul I so shine ever bright
Terrain grounds fervent rains swollen trees
Non disant I am that I am
Heavenly being shining bright- I am light
Darkness please there be nothing in creation
Stand though I am in the atmosphere environment
Nothing on this Earth or universe
Nothing shall in me be dispersed
For God in you, with you, you're the wise shielding part
That guards my heart
As I am a product of our environment
I Choose Wisely what God's my heart
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At the time of the final decision,
at the "H" time of the sentence,
be spontaneous...
It's positive to smile
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important and cry
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Moves much thus,
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Deserve to Conserve and Preserve
What we do deserve
Is always try to conserve
And also preserve
Jim Horn
I pray that God helps me preserve,
When knowing He is close and near;
Do desire,
To inspire,
In my each thought and tiny tear.
Jim Horn
Jelly bean warships judiciously cheering for the enemy?
The old timers do not understand this unnaturalness.
“It is an inescapable truth today,” Sgt. Mars Bar told them.
“We are all about preserving the rights of everyone else.”
Some tittering twits known as Smarties marched by at that second.
Several poked fun at the old-timers, calling them names like
“Crappy, Tired, Worn-out and Needs Energy.”
“What about our rights?” Captain Seniors asked him.
“What rights?” Sgt. Mars Bar asked. “You are invisible.
I thought you knew that. Didn’t anyone tell you?”
The youth kept screaming mean things to them,
making them realize some people could see them.
“So everyone has rights but us,” Major Oldster said slowly.
Sgt. Mars Bar nodded.
“Because we are invisible?”
“Exactly!” This was the last military exercise most of them attended.
We try to preserve it against all odds
Shield it from those who would applaud
Its dashing on rocks of Never ---
The Innocence of Childhood forever...
Met a spiritual flower, descendent of protectors of the lands of Tulum, in times long ago. Her eyes, so unique, captivated me, it was hard to look away. I felt gazing into their Depths,The spirits of civilizations of a different time and place. They seemed to speak to me, crying out, " why must our sacred balance with nature, be violated by men from another world, with eyes blinded by greed, incapable of feeling or hearing The voice of the spirits within every living thing? This spiritual flower, it is a woman now dedicated to make a difference, in the lands preserved from the ignorance and folly of men. Is she a modern day vessel, for the ancient ones I felt within?
I hear the thunder of distant hooves, beating the dry earth.
Equine spirits caught and trained, to work with humans.
Some entertain, some labor; others become our closest friends.
Note: I'm disturbed at the rate of destruction of your wild horses in America. These beautiful and loving beings love and serve humanity and it seems their reward is to be slaughtered by the system; an unfair trade off for horses generosity. We must do all that we can to preserve them, rather than destroy them.
Preserve me Lord
Preserve Me Lord
Save me from the evil one
Save Me From Myself
Oh, Lord preserve Me Lord save me from the evil one
Save Me From Myself
Protect me from the promises of this old world
Renew the blood in me
Save me from the enemy
And prove me preserve me
Lord save me from the evil one
Save Me From Myself
Oh preserve me Lord
Save me from the evil one
Save Me From Myself
Oh whoa oh oh Lord Save Me From Myself
Why me Lord guide me Lord renew me Lord strengthen me save me
Take me from the presence
The presence of the Violent Men of this world Shield me from the devil's in the spirit snares Keep me Lord
Guide me Lord from the hands of the wicked one
Shield me from their guns
Preserve me Lord from the unrighteous one save me from the evil ones
Save Me From Myself
oh Lord preserve me save me from the evil one
Save Me From Myself
Preserve Me Lord
Reference. Psalm 140
Written by James Edward Lee Sr (©2005,2017
October 23 2005
Preserve the past in order
to make tomorrow a better place.
With the strength of ten
and the mind of one
brush off those wounds
aging the surface
and free up your thoughts
It is there the lessons do lie
where man and nature survive
together we all live as one
amazed with each setting sun
Listen ...
as the bluebird sings her sweet song
and a hungry child listens along
fly into the breeze and see
this here is just you and me
Restless real beauty lives
deep in the recesses of time
in heart the good mother strives
holding hope for our kind and our lives
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