Mane

The roar within the pride,

A king with a mane as a crown,

 

Instinct of a Bee

It's bee-n a busy day,

Instinct is to buzz away,

To buzz here and there,

Working all day buzzing away,

Returning to hive at the end of the day,

 

Bright are the Lights

Bright are the lights that light the night,

When the moon is out of sight,

Be careful you don't stray,

For surely you will lose your way,

With whispers carried on the wind,

To stir emotions from within,

With rustling leaves from the trees,

Enough to give you wobbly knees,

Ghost stories told of spirits past walking on the promenade.

Lights of the Promenade

 

Head and Shoulders to Head Over Heels

There are always going to be the ones that are head and shoulders above the rest,

There are those that will go over the heads of others to get what they want,

Then there is the one in a group who has a good head, who is intelligent with a good sense of judgement,

An old head on young shoulders is rare,

The clumsy ones go head over heels and end up heels over head, these are the strong ones that get up dust off laugh at themselves and start again with a new beginning.

Tulips from Amsterdam

In a windmill land, 

Windmills keep on turning,

The land is flat where tulips grow,

If tulips from Amsterdam are given to you,

Deep love is what they feel,

For spring is in the air,

It is time for love,

As the windmills keep on turning,

A Personnel Wake

Tear stained scars remain a reminder of the time, 

The rivers ran dead from the emotions of where they were fed,

A history of what once was in a time called yesterday,

A personnel wake held at the death of a romance,

Only memories are left,

Rejection not for the faint-hearted

If the idea was dismissed,

A refusal of the proposal that had been submitted,

The thought of rejection was not for the faint-hearted,

A calculation of risk to assess before proceeding,

Is the safest way to go,