A rare commodity is solitude.
It can be easily misunderstood.
To be all alone with no one else around.
You can do this in the air or on the ground.
You can sail off in the blue sea,
Or hop on a plane without me.
We can all use some time alone
Without T.V. or telephone.
Time to think about your goal.
You will come back feeling whole.
Source:travel-story
The morning sun peeks through
the canopy of trees.
The blanket of color
covers me with its leaves.
I’m sheltered with
soft petals of pink,
like velvet sheets
splattered with pink ink.
I give a contented sigh
as my eyes soon grow teary.
A bed among the petals
offers rest for the weary.
Blue colors my vision
with perfect precision.
It coats the sky
as hawks fly by.
Color blankets the street
and each person you meet.
Blue mist fills the air
as shadows draw near.
The blue brings us close
to what we fear most.
Source:menpale
I am smoke.
I am air.
Watch me fly
Through the air.
Hold my breath,
Head held high,
You are alive
And so am I.
Source: 4allgoodthings
Read a book by the fire.
The pages will shine brighter.
I don’t need to fight the snowdrifts.
I’ll stay inside with the misfits.
The ones who prefer books
that grab you with their hooks.
The fire is getting low
as the strong winds begin to blow.
I snuggle farther beneath the covers
as I read about murders and lovers.
What might the near future hold?
Buildings of concrete and stone.
We might be traveling by flying cars,
Far above the trees and among the stars.
Sunlight will only be a reflection,
A lighted saber for our protection.
This future might be hard to bear,
A future that might be too near.
The sun sets.
The animals prepare for the night.
The old elephant stands in his place.
He doesn’t need to move.
He has everything he needs.
He keeps a watchful eye
As he stands in his place.
Time is ticking away.
I fear I cannot stay.
Goodbyes must be fast,
And soon in the past.
My train is on the track.
I didn’t have time to pack.
So sad to leave today,
But what is there to say?
Goodbye, my dear for now
As I take my last bow.
Waves hit the rocks
with frozen blocks.
They plow through the sand,
sharp claws in their hand.
They ravage the shore,
coming back for more.
A battle with no end.
A force we cannot bend.
