Beautiful In Their Grace

Every flower blooms unique,

Individual petals like a finger print,

Different shades and hues,

Some to lure you,

Beautiful in their grace,

Growing in different places,

Some growing small,

Others growing tall,

A scent carried on a breeze,

To tempt the birds and the bees,

An aroma to fill the air,

To let them know you are there,

Counting Seconds in the Past

 Time on the wrist,

 Controlled by hands,

 One going fast,

 Counting seconds in the past,

 That present second short to last,

 A new memory that is sure to last,

To stay with you,

Through the nights and the days,

A special second to last all the way,

A snap shot of a place,

That face,

That time when things were great,

Hands go forward as we know,

We age as we grow,

Forward at a second at a time,

From the day you are born,

To the day that you die,

The Glass

Oh that glass half empty,

That glass half full.

The way you view it,

Well that's up to you,

Everyone's life is unique,

Lessons learnt,

Can do funny things,

So learning from the lessons with a glass half full,

Gives you the opportunity to grow,

Learning from a glass split keeps you in the past,

 

To Climb the Highest Heights

To climb to he highest heights,

Marvel in the sight,

To be at one with the sky,

Feeling the wind lift you high,

Wishing you were a bird so you could fly,

To race the clouds,

Over a mountain range,

To feel alive again,

An adventure starts with a first step,

Conquer that mountain,

Do not ever give up,

The greatest strength is your believe,

To look back at the path you chose,

Remembering the steps you took,

The places were you took that break,

Lessons learnt on the way,

Places stayed and people met,

That has led you to this place today,

The Highest Heights

To Feel The Kiss of a Radiant Beam

To tour a path,

Destination unknown,

To pause at a gate,

To take some time,

To view the landscape from a different place,

Brings a smile upon a face,

To feel the kiss of a radiant beam,

Warms the soul deep within,

To listen to the sounds around,

Only mother natures tune,

There are no crowds,

To disrupt you,

With trees swaying in a breeze,

Cotton wool clouds floating by,

With cows and sheep grazing free,

A buzzard soaring high above thee,

The beauty is the land you see,

On a path that sets you free,

To explore the paths that you choose,

Life's journey is all about you,

The Storm

Rain drops bouncing on the ground,

That strong wind blowing trees over again,

A storm with a name,

Grown in the Atlantic is on the way,

To cause havoc again,

Dancing Under a Silver Moon

To dance by the sea under a silver moon,

Dancing to the tune as the sea touches the sand,

Hair blown by a gentle breeze,

Feet kissed by a gentle sea,

Connected to mother nature,

With feet in golden sand,

To dance until the dawn,

When the sun warms the land,

A young maiden,

Pure and sweet,

Dancing all night,

With golden sand at her feet,

With dreams and wishes,

Hoping they will come true,

Dancing under the silver moon,

Self love at present,

Will have to do,