Ideas and Thoughts (16-30)
Ideas and Thoughts
*A/N* Early Mornings, Disappearances, and Apparitions is actually a true story of the other morning when we went to feed the horses, only the names are altered ;) hope everyone enjoys!!!!
Ideas and Thoughts
*A/N* Early Mornings, Disappearances, and Apparitions is actually a true story of the other morning when we went to feed the horses, only the names are altered ;) hope everyone enjoys!!!!
I love to see a sunset!
A sky not just blue
but orange, green, and russet
yellow and purple too!
The sky is briefly colored-rainbow
Colors stretching around earth's bend
With beams bright or mellow
It has not rain or even end!
No end to color in the sky
But brief is the medley's stay
for eventually they must bid good-bye
Night overtakes the day.
Heart, heart, heart
Beating, beating, as a clock
Tics nearby upon a shelf
Throb, throb breathing lungs
Moon traces down a path
Drip, drip, those saline eyes
Now, now, stop, stop…
I saw your eyes grow and pause
You passed from dark to light.
I would like to know, it's simply the nature of curiosity,
How does one grow so, and yet does not bow?
What does one see, you're simply so high in the sky.
It's just the nature of my curiosity.
I would like to know, it's simply the nature of curiosity,
Do you mind all the climbing, clambering children?
They scale your branches so effortlessly, and I wonder, what do they see?
It's just the nature of my curiosity.
I would like to know, it's simply the nature of curiosity,
What of your glorious pink blooms?
Spring has arrived. The nippy breeze rushes past me, mixing a soft chill with the suns warm rays. As I wander aimlessly through the new-living yard, simply breathing the crisp air, I feel like I’m breathing in a fresh start, a new year. I smile warmly. The sun makes me happy.
Beauty 'tis in the eye of the beholder',
So goes the quote as the ages have told her.
Yet we judge beholders as good or bad,
If we agree or disagree with what was said.
Listen,Watch,Experience
Listen the air is filled with music.
Books of Poetic song.
The day is flowering with beauty
A Perfect golden sun,
Like the paintings of great Arts Watch the sinking sun,
Wonderfully Ending the day,
Leaving us to wait for the next day
to come