A rock hurls through space like a rolling stone. The rock hits other rocks making small stones. The rock heats up and volcanoes are formed. Magma is produced and stones are deformed.
Some say that rocks have nothing to say. Others say the stones have plenty to say. The rock keeps on rolling growing moss. Some say that a rolling stone gathers no moss.
On a rock tablet words are written. But the stone breaks and many are smitten. A woman comes to a rock to dip water. People try to stone someone's daughter.
Love rocks but love also stones. People in glass houses should not throw stones. People in rock houses should not throw glass. Passion rocks but anger stones without class.
Have you hugged your rock today? Have you kept your stones at bay? Love rocks the world like baby. Love stones the world making us crazy.
I was picking blackberries one day when this queen bee came to say that I was in her brier patch and she needed nectar for her batch. I really didn't know what to do as I was picking berries for you to put in the pie you wanted to make and I had to have berries for you to bake. I told the queen bee I just wanted the fruit and the blooms she was welcomed to it. The bee buzzed right by me heading for a locust tree so I followed it to a big hole and in the hole was a honeycomb. I looked in the hole and lo and behold barb wire was running through the tree and the honeycomb was on the barb wire hanging free. The queen bee was guarding her comb with drones making her home. The wild mountain honey was such a tempting smell with a freshness I could tell but the queen bee had a big stinger and I didn't want to be a dead ringer. So I said I would really like some of your honey and I am willing to pay money. But the queen bee said honey you don't have to pay money cause I made all this honey for you for you are my honey too.
Well, you can't really compare apples to oranges. Even hard-headed coconuts know that apples are smarter. Everybody always talks about the one bad apple but what is so great about oranges any way? I think your father was a grapefruit and your mother was a tangerine. Well, I think your father was a pomegranate and your mother was a kiwi. Cherries are the sweetest fruits. Oh, I think cherries are the pits. Who asked you pineapple? You don't even know if you are an apple or some freaky pine cone. Lemons are the prettiest of the fruit. Who asked you sourpuss? Are you going to let them talk about me like that, Lime? Hey, I am not getting involved in this crazy fruit salad. You are a lot of help, Lime. Yeah, limeade is a joke.
Walk softly but carry a big stick is the way the words go. But we all carry a big stick with us every where we go. Love is like a flower growing when it is young at heart. But to keep it growing we all must do our part. the ground for love must be broke before the cutworms attack the root. Like love the seeds of hate will poke and where there is good evil follows in hot pursuit. The garden of Eden was full of love and good but a mistake was made for evil. God ruled the world like he should but a lie was told by the Devil. God gives the choice to be good or bad but the choice is ours to make. Without evil good is just a fad but when we choose good love is ours to take. When we choose love we stop the hate and loves rules the world.
Dawn breaks and the night is gone. The long winter sleeps and spring is awake. Memories of us fade and reality is prolonged. Morning is here for us to partake.
Dreams scatter to the four winds. The endless cycle of days then nights. Life goes on with survivors coming in. Twilight burns into Noonday bright.
The dawn of a new day greets the morn. The shadows of tomorrow are yet to come. The time is upon us to be reborn. The planting season is now for some.
Green grass separates the brown leaves. March winds blow across the land. The sky gets cloudy with the breezes. Storms scratch the sky with a shaky hand.
Misty dewdrops change to pounding rain. The earth stretches from its winter hibernation. The world is alive with an active brain. Snow birds fly away replaced by a new population.
Sharon, I am so ready for spring, too. Thanks for your words. I am so glad the frost windshields are over for a while. I like saving gas by not having to warm up the car. The storms are scary but I love looking at the lighting and hearing the thunder. Evening walks by the pond are pleasurable, too. Hearing the bullfrogs and the sound of crickets. The land is alive and we are just spectators. Roy
chance2485cabin in the woods, Michigan USA1,365 posts
Roy, we have an acre pond in the front yard,I love it when the sun is setting..I love to take princess fishing,all of nature there.it is the meaning of serenity to me. peace with Gods creation..Thanks again...Love to see your writing......Sharon
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