COLORS, LIGHT, ACTION

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THOSE BLUEBELLS

1 blue bells

 

Bluebells to ring in the summer

when life can be such a bummer.

Tiny lights to brighten the day.

I’m happy they are here to stay.

Sweet fragrance sent from the Almighty.

Soothing music to calm the mighty.

COLORS, LIGHTS, ACTION

 

COLORS, LIGHTS, ACTION

A more perfect picture there cannot be.

Bright colors as far as the eye could see.

Blue, yellow, red, orange, purple and green.

A frame is needed for this gorgeous scene.

If I could walk into this masterpiece,

I’d  be rejuvenated and at peace.

 
 

Grand Central Terminal

 

Grand Central Terminal.

There is no other like you.

Keeping the pace through

the calm and the hectic.

Providing light through your

mullioned windows.

The watcher of it all.

The keeper of schedules.

But most of all, 

the keeper of time for those

passing through your lofty gates.

MY SECRET

 


MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.I want to look at water and not towers.Some color to brighten my day.A place where the birds come to play.I will walk to the end of the pier.I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.For I will only see fish swimming by.And not any monsters lurking nearby.
Time will pass slowly and must be savored.Whoever comes this way will be favored.I think it’s only prudent and fairTo share my secret with those who care.

 

MY SECRET

Sprinkle my path with pretty leaves and flowers.
I want to look at water and not towers.
Some color to brighten my day.
A place where the birds come to play.

I will walk to the end of the pier.
I’ll gaze into the depths without fear.
For I will only see fish swimming by.
And not any monsters lurking nearby.

Time will pass slowly and must be savored.
Whoever comes this way will be favored.
I think it’s only prudent and fair
To share my secret with those who care.

 

THE LURE OF NATURE

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THE LURE OF NATURE

The sounds.

Crash.

Swoosh.

Bang.

The smells.

Salty.

Fresh.

Fish.

The sights.

Blues.

Sun.

Birds.

The feeling.

Ocean breeze.

Wet.

Cold.

Nothing is like it.

Nothing can ever replace it.

RED IN ITS ANGER

I can feel the storm approaching.

Moving closer to shore.

A spray of water in my face.

Salt in the air.

Palm trees swaying.

Sand rippling.

A wildness in the air.

Birds fleeing for safety.

Waves crashing.

Sky turning darker.

Red in its anger.

Roaring its fury.

Raining down tears.

When will it end?

Once the sky is finished.

Once it’s calmed down.

The sun will peek out.

The birds will return.

And all will be right

with the world.

Tantrum over.