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.
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.
Looking through Partition Arch in Arches National Park
From here I can see
the wonderful sea.
I step through the door.
I stand at the shore.
Sand at my bare feet.
The sun shining heat.
But the sun soon leaves,
and the ocean heaves.
Sharp hail hits my face.
Men sprint in a race.
They shout for me to move.
I follow their quick groove.
Time has come to a standstill.
It’s time to leave this landfill.
Ice Fire
Cold.
Icy cold.
My toes feel numb.
My fingers tingle.
The wind howls.
Sleep tempts me.
But I must continue.
The view waits for me.
A few more steps.
Silence wraps its arms around me.
I raise my face to the sky.
The colors take my breath away.
Tall windows to let in the day.
The sun rises and shoots its ray.
I watch people saunter by,
Peek into windows up high.
I’m as happy as I can be
To let the world come home to me.
Ice Fire
Cold.
Icy cold.
My toes feel numb.
My fingers tingle.
The wind howls.
Sleep tempts me.
But I must continue
To the top of the hill.
The view waits for me.
Only a few more steps.
Silence wraps its arms around me.
I raise my face to the beauty.
The colors take my breath away.
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.
SWEPT AWAY
Lights twinkle on the horizon.
A horizon tinted pink by the night.
I walk past the mosaic trimmed pool.
A trade wind follows me.
I’m being swept away.
By the view.
By the lights.
By the beauty.
A contented sigh drifts on the wind.
Yosemite valley by kmm625
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.