A Mighty Oak

From an acorn grows a mighty Oak,

On the paths of life we will see these mighty trees,

Growing through the years the mighty roots go deep to support the mighty trees,

Surviving the cold blue days and thunderous storms to stand tall under a rainbows arch,

To spread its branches in the summer days,

Each oaken shield has a story to tell,

Even the oak tree that has fallen,

 

Sanctuary Island

A rock a place of stability,

A place of sanctuary to be,

Protected by the sea,

Security in isolation if the need be,

An Island for reflection,

To pause to think,

Letting life continue flow without you,

 

Model Intuition

An image of you remains today,

Doing the cat walk in your own individual way,

Strutting your stuff as you dared,

A model woman in so many ways,

Impowered into action to get results,

Your beauty grows as you mature,

Deep in thought as you progress,

With an eye on the prize to full fill your desires,

 

Morning Glory

The Sun in its morning glory,

Rising over the horizon,

Lighting the path on a daily basis,

New dawn, a new day, a new chapter has begun,

A dairy page for the day to capture the memories that will be made,

Following on from memories made,

On a previous page of yesterday,

 

Stoned Faced

A face cast in stone,

The cumbersome feature,

A lost focus,

With a mind that ways heavy,

Over thinking thoughts drift away,

Like wandering clouds in the sky,

Lost in a labyrinth of space,

Time slips by,

Trusting the Universe to guide the way,

To exit the pool of emotion,

Fed by the pain,

From the eyes that rained,

With tear stained scars a memory of the past,

With words you wish to say to put that person in their place,

Like a rock in a hand contemplating fate if to cast it into the pool, 

What ripples would it make,

Easier to just drop the rock and silently walk away,

Letting karma take its place........

Stoned Faced 

Fated Path

Led by the hand,

An Angel of Grace,

A Devine messenger,

From a far away place,

Taken on a fated path to destiny's magical place,

A place of beauty,

Enchanted and pure,

A fairy tale woodland,

In another world,

Mother Natures gift an Ancient Woodland hidden,

Unseen,

Ruled by a Fairy Queen,

To fall in love with a Princess,

A humble little Frog,

The Message of Return

It was a sight to see Turkish Delight,

For a poetic verse had been read,

From Russia with Love a message was sent,

By one who's true heart that was red,

A boomerang reply from Australia was cold as a verse was

returned to sender,

Sitting and dreaming of a China Girl,

I hear her heart sing,

For the Sake of Japan the Land of the Rising Sun,

Listening to the words of Butterfly with a tear in the eye,

To hear the beat of the African Drums a pleasure to the ears.