The Universal Plan

A circle of life in grains of sand,

A biography expressed with a gesture of the hand,

Moving forward in a clockwise motion,

Capturing a concept of opposites attract,

The dualism of concepts individually experienced,

In the natural world there will be dark and there will be light,

With the circle of life there will be love and there will be loss, 

In hope and faith we must trust,

Life will go forward to the universal plan.

Torquay Sand Man Art

 

Shades of Green

Shades of green,

Rustling in the wind,

Trunks go high reaching out to the sky,

Rays of sun breaking through, 

From a background of a sky blue,

Cotton wool clouds,

Collecting moisture from the air,

Swaying branches, 

Dancing in the breeze,

Natures chorus as day light breaks,

Dawning of a brand new day,

The morning begins.

Grains of Sand

Grains of sand, 

Falling from the hands,

Like a broken hour glass,

Time wasted through the breach,

Like foot prints made on the beach that day,

Will sadly be washed away,

But the memories will always stay.  

Kindness goes along way

As I walked the streets today I saw an old man on my way,

Sat on the floor of a door way,

A cup at his feet but he did not speak,

Not sat alone a companion beside him, 

A loyal old stray,

Together they are there to beg, 

No home do they have, 

So there they stay,

Everyone has a story to tell,

But be kind as you go along your way.

 

Butterflies that Steal Your Sleep

 

To wake inside a dream as butterflies steal your sleep,

Resurrection to life from the chaos that has been,

Transformation from what once was to what can be,

A renewal of believe in those wings to fly again,

To start on a journey with hope and faith,

Be the creator of unsung success,

Manifesting the visions to bring the dreams to life.......

Bluebell Woods

Strolling through the English woods with respect,

The magpie like a spy in respite watches intently through its specs,

Silver birch growing high to form a canopy in the sky,

A carpet of bluebells cover the ground, 

In this ancient woodland to be found,

With tales of witches thimbles and cuckoo boots,

With fairies playing tunes as they dart about,

Summoned to a woodland gathering because there is a stranger about,

Stag of the Night

A Hart is lit by the New Moon light,

A guiding light in the dark of the night,

With drifting clouds floating on the air,

With twinkling stars sharing the sky,

A high land traveller the Monarch of the Glen,

Regal in his right the Stag of the Night.