THE LAST TREE STANDING

I face the wind.
Each day I wait.
Time passes.
I wait for the world to change.
People come and go.
I hear sounds of trees falling
and cries of animals dying.
The rolling hills are replaced by buildings,
monstrous symbols to mankind.
Fewer trees dot...

 

 

I face the wind.

Each day I wait.

Time passes.

I wait for the world to change.

People come and go.

I hear sounds of trees falling

and cries of animals dying.

The rolling hills are replaced by buildings,

monstrous symbols to mankind.

Fewer trees dot the naked landscape.

Dirty water fills the lakes and ocean.

Mankind has changed the world

in irreversible ways.

Stop before it’s too late.

I refuse to be the last tree standing.

 

AN OASIS FOR ME

coiour-my-world:
“ Infrared photo.
Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke
”
An oasis for me
Under a purple tree.
Leaves fan my tired face
Far from the human race.
The view takes me away
Where the happy can play.
I close my heavy...

Infrared photo.
Wolni Lake in the North-West of Hamburg by Michi Lauke

 

An oasis for me

Under a purple tree.

Leaves fan my tired face

Far from the human race.

The view takes me away

Where the happy can play.

I close my heavy eyes

To shut out mankind’s lies.

 

RED LACE

I will lay down my head to sleep
Beneath a canopy so deep.
Soft leaves curl around my face,
Covering me in red lace.
Sticks of trees protect my sides.
Perfect place for one who hides.
The sun peeks in between the red,
Warmth of sunshine on my head.

 

 

I will lay down my head to sleep

Beneath a canopy so deep.

Soft leaves curl around my face,

Covering me in red lace.

Sticks of trees protect my sides.

Perfect place for one who hides.

The sun peeks in between the red,

The warmth of sunshine on my head.

 

 

FLORIDA SINKHOLE

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

SHACKLES OF GREEN

sweetd3lights:
“  By Iñaki Dominguez
”
Green grows deep in the forest,
Slithering up the tall trees,
Digging holes in the brown earth.
The earth rumbles and quakes,
Yearning to free itself
From the shackles of green,
Tethered to its arms and...

 

sweetd3lights:

By Iñaki Dominguez

 

Green grows deep in the forest,

Slithering up the tall trees,

Digging holes in the brown earth.

The earth rumbles and quakes,

Yearning to free itself

From the shackles of green,

Tethered to its arms and legs.

Soon all is slathered in the lime color

As a mist of green encircles us all.

 

BETWEEN THE LEAVES

magic-spelldust:
“  Invited by Ted Gore
”
Light squeezes between the leaves.
Eyes to the sky serve me best.
Rays cast hot fingers on me.
Sun has passed its daily test.
The circle widens and deepens.
A place to while away the day.
I keep to its...

 

magic-spelldust:

Invited by Ted Gore

 

Light squeezes between the leaves.

Eyes to the sky serve me best.

Rays cast their fingers on me.

Sun has passed its daily test.

The circle widens and deepens.

A place to while away the day.

I keep to its rounded corners.

A place I’ve come to love and pray.

 

LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL

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.

NEW BEGINNINGS

 

 

 

The rain falls in a constant rhythm,

A soothing and mesmerizing sound.

Tree branches weigh down with water,

Dripping tears for the absent sun.

Flowers lift their faces for washing,

Soon shiny and crisp from the drops.

The sky clears and the clouds spin dry,

As the sun returns to herald its return.

A new day dawns around us,

New beginnings for our slice of paradise.

 

OASIS

Source:

 

OASIS

A more beautiful place cannot be.

It faces the waves of the dark sea.

White sand and quiet beaches galore.

You can’t ask for anything more.

 

Life is perfect as can be.

Come and frolic with me.

Tourists visit from far and wide.

Oasis is Florida’s pride.

 

Beware when The Dead descend.

We can no longer pretend

This is a perfect place to be

As The Dead rise up from the sea.

 

THE DEAD GAME

 

 

TROPICAL PARADISE

We fly on a green carpet
through the dense bush.
Mosquitoes for companions
in the moisture-laden air.
Exotic plants fan our faces
as we trek down winding paths.
Snapping sounds taunt us
as we canoe down the river.
The tempo quickens.
The beat picks...

 (Source: quiet-spheres)

 

 

We fly on a green carpet

through the dense bush.

Mosquitoes for companions

in the moisture-laden air.

Exotic plants fan our faces

as we trek down winding paths.

Snapping sounds taunt us

as we canoe down the river.

The tempo quickens.

The beat picks up.

The air becomes heavier.

The sounds louder.

We become one with nature.

Lost in a tropical paradise.