Respecting yourself
Everything you do will be a miracle
when you start respecting yourself
just the way you are
A different kind of happy
It’s a different kind of happy
when you know
the words are just for you
She tells me...
She tells me
She wants to explore,
To be free,
To enjoy the thrill of life,
To laugh at death's face.
She tells me life is short.
She tells me make the best of it.
She tells me to move on.
I guess I was never enough for her.
The Feel of Nature
The feel of the wind.
Blowing.
The rich mountain air.
Filling.
The sun peeking over the hill.
Warming.
The creatures playing.
Amusing.
The feel of nature.
Amazing.
The Flowing Stream
The flowing stream.
Flowing.
Flowing.
Flowing.
Night falls,
The sun rises,
Yet it keeps flowing.
A boulder falls,
Blocking the stream.
Yet it turns,
And finds another path.
Nightingale
Atop my horse
I look around
Looking for the source
Of that melodious sound
I walk into a clearing
And see a sight
Of animals cheering
As the birds rise in flight
I call them back to sing
And motion to resume
The birds come and bring
Music that makes me bloom
The fall of the leaves
I sit out here
Breathing in the fresh air
With no fear
My friend the bear
Sat grumpy next to me
Complaining how much he wanted to sleep
He wanted to roam free
But he ate so much he looked like a overweight creep
I watch the trees dance
To the wind's gentle music
As their branches seem to prance
All in all its quite amusing
I lift my head
As I catch a cold gust of wind
That makes me want to lie in my bed
Yet brings rest to my mind
The show of the wind and trees stopped
And the sky turned dark
And the relaxing time seemed to be blocked
And the only sound was a goodbye from a fellow lark
Once more I glanced at the trees
And slowly went to sleep as I saw
The tree's leaves
Begin to fall and went to sleep in awe