Spinning.
Turning.
Rotating.
Circling me.
Clouds.
Birds.
Sky.
Circling me.
I can feel the earth moving.
The trees trembling.
The grass shivering.
Circling me.
CIRCLING ME
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A MELODY
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Grass sways in the wind.
Swaying in unison.
To a melody.
Of their own.
ALL WILL BE GONE
The moon is distant.
The stars keep their distance.
Trees and grass retreat from sight.
The ice caps recede daily.
Soon they will be memories
of the destruction, we have wrought.
THE LIGHT
Take me to the bright light that shimmers
in the far reaches of the forest.
I lay my head on a thick bed of grass.
A blanket of flowers for my cover.
Sleeps takes me away from here
to a place where there’s no fear.
I fly above the branches
and gaze at my sleeping form.
Contentment relaxes my face.
My eyelids flicker in my dream.
Too soon it will be night,
bringing the dark and cold.
I must return tomorrow
to see how my dream unfolds.
SERENITY
Take me to where the sun shines its light
until the moon raises its spotlight.
As I lie down on a sheet of grass,
I feel like one troubled human mass.
Cover me with a blanket of flowers
as I gaze at the rainbow for hours.
I’m floating above the trees,
looking at my form at ease.
Contentment relaxes my face
as my heart slows its hectic pace.
I will be ready to face the day.
Serenity will be my mainstay.
THE HOUSE WITHIN
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The wind blows through the trees,
ruffling the blanket of grass,
striking a path through the woods.
The path leads the way
to the house within,
to End House at Oasis.
THE DEAD GAME
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL
Life is beautiful.
Take a breath
And look around.
There’s beauty everywhere.
In every flower.
In each blade of grass.
In each and every insect.
Beauty all around us
And in us.
See the beauty.
Take in the beauty.
Appreciate the beauty.
DUST IN THE WIND
I’m alone
Beneath a tree
In a garden.
No sounds
But birds chirping.
The smell of grass
in the warm air.
What is that sound?
The wind rustling the leaves.
Beautiful.
Relaxing.
Perfect.
The sun retreats.
Footsteps draw near.
Too dark to see who it is.
It can’t be.
I’m now dust in the wind.
FLORIDA SINKHOLE
A sinkhole where the house has stood
Lies deep in the deserted wood.
Where has everyone gone to?
The grass and trees are gone too.
A house and garden have once stood here.
Now there is only the ground laid bare.
Could they be in the tunnels below
And hear me if I yell out hello?
I hear rumbling coming from the hole.
The loose rocks are beginning to roll.
I should leave before it’s too late,
And I suffer the same sad fate.
THE DEAD GAME
LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL
Life is beautiful.
Look around.
There’s beauty everywhere.
In every flower.
In each blade of grass.
And in each and every insect.
Too much to take in at a glance.
But no one bothers to notice.
Birds.
Flowers.
Ocean.
Fish.
Clouds.
Sun.
All around us.
See the beauty.
Take in the beauty.
Appreciate the beauty.
SUSANNE LEIST 