My mind can’t handle the world’s chaos.
My thoughts are drifting to a peaceful place,
where the sky meets the mountains and water
in luscious shades of blue.
DRIFTING AWAY
mountains
ENJOY THE VIEW
clear the bad thoughts,
erase the worries.
Instead, I want to see a place
where birds chirp and play,
where mountains soar high.
I lift my face to the sun
to the beauty of life,
to the puffy white clouds.
Join me.
FLY LIKE THE WIND
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Fly like the wind
Along the country road
Past rolling plains,
Majestic mountains.
Beauty on every side.
A WINDOW
A window to the world.
A window to beauty.
Snow-capped mountains.
Swan-filled lakes.
The pounding waves of the ocean.
Fields of flowers.
Adventure.
Romance.
Mystery.
Open your mind
to the possibilities.
Wake your senses.
Can you feel the sea breeze?
Can you smell the flowers?
Can you hear the seagulls’ cries?
Can you taste the salty air?
I can.
WHAT DO WE NEED?
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What do we need?
Perhaps, a stream of water.
Mountains.
Sunshine.
Flowers.
Birds chirping.
We require little
to survive.
Yet the world provides us
with so much more.
BLUE
BLUE
It calls for me tonight.
I will close my eyes tight.
I still can see the blue.
It lights up me and you.
I open my eyes and see
what I don’t believe can be.
Mountains and water so blue,
that your face reflects it too.
BLUE
BLUE
It calls to me this night.
I will close my eyes tight.
I still can see the blue.
It lights up me and you.
I open my eyes and see
what I don’t believe can be.
Mountains and water so blue
even your face has the hue.
ONE WITH NATURE
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Lost Lake Trail – Ludington State Park, Michigan
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One with nature.
One with the mountains.
One with the lake.
One all alone.
A CERULEAN SIGH
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A CERULEAN SIGH
Mountains reach for the sky,
Arms reaching so high.
White cotton balls drifting by
On a Cerulean sigh.
The cold air hits my face
As I pick up my pace.
I must get home soon post haste
Before my nest falls to waste.
Babies wait for mother
And not any other.
Beaks open wide for some food,
Squeaking in their frantic mood.
I can see my nest from here.
I soar down as I draw near.
Little heads bop up and down
As I dive closer to ground.
Chirps of joy greet my ears,
Helps allay any fears
That an intruder entered my domain.
I am happy that all appear the same.
FLY FREE
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In the dark, we fly free.
We’re not afraid to fall.
Above mountains and sea,
Goodbye to one and all.
Where will we land?
We do not care.
Could be the sand
or a hunter’s snare.
SUSANNE LEIST 