Fire

Fire burning in my soul; singing softly its sweet tune. Heat blazes bright; frees the darkness in my heart. Warmth spreads its wings, flies away to better places. Life's glow spreads throughout the frozen, barren earth. Winter dies and is replaced by spring's bright glow. Flowers pop out from the ground and perfume the air with their sweet scents. Purples, yellows, and whites dot the landscape, bend and sway in the warm spring air. Grass grows once more with help from the midday showers. Only enough clouds to gray the sky; no thunder or lightening to upset the delicate balance of nature. Softly falling water droplets wet the ground. Clouds break up and the sky is painted with stars. Warm midnight breezes drift across the land; flowers, grasses, and trees dance to the rythm of life, they keep calm and carry on. Carry on until day breaks once more.

One-A-Day May: Day 3

eyes shut, arms out, face up towards the sky. i feel the warm sun rays beat down on me; feel the summer's wind at my back. tall grasses bend in the breeze, sway in perfect time to the birds' happy chirpping. the dancing flowers spread their fragrance throughout my meadow; spread their beauty throughout nature. birds fly in and out of the nearby forest; their songs in and out of my head. the symphony of life enchants me and takes me up to a better place. bright, midday sun streams down through the cloudless sky. brilliantly blue, it is a miracle in itself. it houses the sun, moon, stars. it plays host to birds, bugs, occasionally us. it finds a way to sing, even when our hearts are silent stones.

One-A-Day May: Day Two

sparks of light break through the smooth, gray sky; minature spotlights on nature's beauty. sun's rays split open the clouds and illuminate my meadow. grass shines gold-silver; tiny water drops on the blades reflect light. flowers open up their welcome arms to the warmth radiating down from above. birds fly out of their roosts in the trees, sing their sweet melodies now that the storm is over. rabbits peek out of their burrows; check to see if the coast is clear. the ring of trees surrounding my meadow sways in perfect time to the music of the wind. the clouds break up completely just as the sun starts to set. gold-orange rays paint the sky; shadows elongate; life waits in sleep for tomorrow.

One-A-Day May: Day One

thunder crashes down around me; the humid air sticks to my skin. i smell the moisture in the air and know that rain is imminent. gray clouds show their warning; heavy rain drips down from above, splashing down on the trees' leaves, the spring flowers' pedals, the dirt turning into mud. birds and bugs are silent as they watch the rain in enchanment. all is still as i stand in my meadow and feel the precipitation roll off my skin; arms spread wide to welcome this much needed water. a gentle breeze directs the stream falling down from above. the downpour steadily turns into a soft pitter-patter, a drizzle, a fine mist frosting all of nature. the gray clouds part, revealing sun that turns the rain into nothing but a memory; a memory lost in time.

Hope

Hope reaches out it's lovely hands, telling me to grab on; I reach. Hope takes me far beyond this place; valleys of sunshine and trees of diamonds. Hope calms my fears, soothes me; "it's going to be all right." Hope shows me a new side to life; I fly on its golden wings. Hope holds my hand; gets me through the tough things in life. Hope sings its sweet song to me; melodies on high. Hope leads me on the right path; lets me rest when I need to. Hope keeps me fighting; striving to win. Hope finds a way, even when everything seems lost.

Water Refreshes the Earth

I lie in wait, alone and calm.
The steady rain drowns out my thoughts.
Clouds create a dampening balm;
Water falls to refresh the earth.

Footsteps are softened by the moss.
Dense, green ferns grow like a carpet.
Here, I almost forget my loss;
Water falls to refresh the earth.

Tall, green trees are surrounding me;
I can barely see the gray sky.
Rain drops from the leaves steadily;
Water falls to refresh the earth.

In me, anger was an ember.
Things got hard and I stole away.
But now I always remember,
Water falls to refresh the earth.

Paint the Sky with Stars

Sunlight streams through the branches' frame.
Everything seems to be the same.
If only I could find a way
that I could paint the sky with stars.

Birds fly around, all happy and free.
Songs fill the air with melodies.
But my soul is lead; I'm not gay.
I want to paint the sky with stars.

Sometimes I wish that I could lie.
When things go wrong I start to cry.
Many people, be as they may,
Try hard to paint the sky with stars.

They climb on chairs and reach so far.
Selfish people with hearts of tar.
For their hateful acts, they will pay,
And never paint the sky with stars.

I still feel the ghost of your arms;
They protected me from all harm,
But though you're gone still I will stay
And try to paint the sky with stars.

The day is gone and night unfolds.
The owls wake; their tales are told.
In the meadow, alone I lay,
And wish to paint the sky with stars.

Springtime Storms

Rain drips down my window pane,
Lightening strikes and thunder crashes.
Nothing seems to appear the same
When springtime storms roll through the sky.

The heavens open; rain falls down.
Trees are hit hard hit hard by the water.
Thunder roars and I hear the sound
When springtime storms roll through the sky.

Puddles grow bigger; drip, drip, drop.
Water still falls down from above.
In the rain I listen and stop
as springtime storms roll through the sky.

Purple-blue-white lightening flashes;
The crash rolls through the darkened sky.
A wet dog playfully splashes
When springtime storms roll through the sky.

In a puddle a flower lies,
Catching the eyes of passersby,
And suddenly before my eyes,
the springtime storms stop in the sky.

Into the Ocean

Life's bright night light glittering off the ocean's surface. Stars, so still in the black abyss above, dance in the water while the man in the moon fishes for lost memories. Fish jump in and out of the seven seas hoping to catch a midnight snack. Dolphins sleep peacefully; otters relax in their kelp nests. Birds fly lazily in the night sky waiting for dawn to arrive. Whales breach the still and quiet surface, breathing oxygen in. A shooting star glides across the sky. Quick, make a wish! A gentle breeze drifts around the clouds and down to the water's edge. Barely a whisper escapes the puddle of fallen tears we call the ocean. The wind carries us farther towards the land, towards the shore. Sea foam reaches out to kiss the sandy beaches. Trees alive with squirrels billow in mother nature's breath. A lone figure watches the first blush of light escape over the horizon. Light, and with it comes day. The sun smiles out at the world; a new day ready to begin.

Wishes of the World

As I stand here in my meadow, the wind blows to me its wishes; the wishes of the world, and I find myself wishing the same.

I wish I could capture the grace of the trees in the wind and put it in a bottle. I wish I could steal the sweet perfume of the daffodills. I wish I could replicate the birds' flight and sail on the gentle breeze. I wish I could compose music as sweet and smooth as the grass's dance in the flowing wind. I wish I could become the playfull otter floating down the stream.I wish I could breath in the scent of freshly fallen rain forever.I wish I could calm the raging storm in my soul.I wish that this moment of wishes could last for always.

Spring Air

Laying on my back, I watch the stars glimmer in the night sky. Birds sing their midnight songs, resting peacfully in their nests. Crickets chirp and cicadas sing, hidden in the swaying grass. The warm spring breeze blows over me, willing me to close my eyes, and rest until dawn comes. The soft scent of the blooming flowers wafts across my meadow, reminding me of spring days past. Night turns back to day, with the pink light of sunrise slowly creeping over the horizon. With the sun comes the birds, out looking for a meal for their newborn chicks. Their beautiful melody fills the air, and calls for other life to begin.

The Sounds of Winter's Silence

A cold, bitter wind blows through the tree's bear branches. A hawk screeches in the distance. My meadow stands in the middle of a forest, dead with the weight of winter. The wind rustles the grass, bending it to it's will. Crisp leaves fall to the ground, a carpet of sorts on the dead forest floor. My feet crush the withered leaves, animals scatter at the unfamiliar noise. The unforgiving wind grabs and pulls my hair, whips it into my face. The sun shines brightly overhead, not a cloud in view to taint the perfect blue of the sky. Dead leaves rustle, birds fly, rodents scamper in the field, and I wait. I wait for stillness. I wait for the return of the deer. I wait for the warmth of the sun to warm my soul. And I wait for spring. Spring, the start of new life. Spring, the birth of new flowers. Spring, the birth of a new person. The birth of a cruel person turned nice.