FACES TO THE SKY

1 Faces to the sky

 

Faces to the sky.

Lift them way up high.

Smiles so bright and wide.

You’ve nothing to hide.

Yellow hair to the sun.

It’s time to have some fun.

Long, green leaves clap to the song.

This morning, nothing is wrong.

Deep roots rumble in the ground.

To a beat, you’ve lost and found.

A field of dancers shakes the earth.

I watch as I bubble with mirth.

 

 

 

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THE PERFECT MELODY

The air feels heavy.
Laden with moisture.
Clouds roll in.
The sky grows darker.
Then you hear the first drops.
The water pounding on the roof
in a staccato melody of its own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
The rain washes our streets
and clears our minds.
Preparing us for a new day.

Let’s dance beneath the lights

 

Let’s dance beneath the lights.

Beneath the sparkling colors.

Between the lifelike statues.

Figures entombed in glass.

The dance floor grows bigger.

The music picks up its beat.

Couples twirl in circles.

Round and round they go.

Until the clock strikes midnight.

And the games finally begin.

THE DEAD GAME

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PLAY THE MUSIC

PLAY THE MUSIC

Play the music.

Play as fast as you can.

Pound on the keys.

Dance with the violin.

Beat on the drums.

Keep dancing.

Keep playing.

Faster and faster.

Before it’s too late.

Before death comes.

Knocking at your door.

It will come tonight.

It will wait for quiet.

So keep playing.

Keep dancing.

Until the sun rises.

And the night is gone.

And so is death.

NATURE’S WRATH

The sky turns from blue to black.

The waves rise up and bow

to the forces of nature.

Boats head to shore.

All in a hurry.

In a hurry to out race the storm.

The waves pound a furious beat.

Raindrops join in the chorus.

Thunder accompanies with its dark sound.

Pound, pound, pound.

Could we survive nature’s wrath?

Only time will tell.

THE PERFECT MELODY

The air feels heavy.

Laden with moisture.

Clouds roll in.

The sky grows darker.

Then you hear the first drops.

The water pounding on the roof

in a staccato melody of its own.

Pound, pound, pound.

Tap, tap, tap.

The rain washes our streets

and clears our minds.

Preparing us for a new day.