Weathering the Day a Seed of Dreams

To Weather the day in a seasons way,

Watching the rain wash sorrows away,

To fall from high above,

Left on the ground alone and lost,

A rainbow shown what has passed,

A new day born with a rising sun,

With seeds that are planted,

Who knows what will grow,

Path of a journey starts with a leading foot,

That step in to the unknown,

With hopes and dreams of what could be,

The tree of life that seed might be, 

A Seed of Dreams

Protected Path

 

Protected by a canopy,

A canopy of leaves,

Protected from the elements and the emotions that they feed,

Sheltered from the teardrops that fall like rain,

On a natures path on a rainy day,

With rays of light breaking through the natural prisms,

Forming rainbows on the path in front of you,

With forward motion the past will pass,

And a new path will be in front of you...

A Cafe by the Beach

Sat drinking tea,

In a cafe by the beach,

Watching the world pass by,

On a summers day,

With clouds floating high,

Looking at where the sand meets the sea,

In the distance it is the horizon I see,

As the sun lowers and the heat of the rays fade,

Footprints made in the sand will soon be eroded away,

Claimed by the tide at the end of the day,

Only memories last by those that where made......

Dream a little, Dream a lot

Dream a little,

Dream a lot,

What is meant to be will be,

For if two paths cross on a journey of life,

Memories made to last the test of time,

For a serenade heard by a rhythm of the heart,

A cupids arrow has hit its mark,

Messages in the Sand

Messages in the sand,

Seen on a stroll on the beach,

Before being erased by the sea,

A sign,

Two halves combined,

A dualism of forces,

Natures balance of light and dark,

Two halves united to make wholeness,

Finding balance in a confusing world,

Is being at peace with oneself......

 

Bulrushes of the Day

Why rush the day away,

Strolling around the wetlands,

On a summers day,

With ducks and swans on the lake,

Drifting with the breeze in a relaxing way,

A kingfisher darts from place to place, 

Betrayed by a streak of blue,

Bulrushes sway with the rhythm of a clock,

The hours pass by,

Tick tock !

This day will soon be a memory,

For soon it will be tomorrow......

 

The Garden

Sat in a garden in the midday sun,

Mad dogs barking as they try to run,

Cream tea on the table,

A spoon in the jam,

Tea stewing in a tea pot,

As birds sing all around,

The ambiance of the garden,

The scent of the flowers,

As a bubble bee at work,

The hour passes by,

Birds are singing the afternoon song,

Chilled and relaxed in a place that is home...