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Gazing upward into the night
The stars are twinkling in the sky
Painting a very peaceful sight
As time goes slowly drifting by

The moon is quietly glowing
Amid the darkened clouds around
Her soft light is most comforting
Gently bathing things on the ground

The night air is cool and soothing
Like a balm to a weary soul
I feel it as I am breathing
Calming me and making me whole

Now I feel a quiet delight
After gazing at the night sky
I shall sleep peacefully tonight
Caressed by Nature's Lullaby

I love butterflies so much I wrote a poem about one a long time ago,

Now I have not just one but two on my lower back,


Yes butterflies wild and free

, they reflect back at me

In the mirror for me to see

They were worth it.


By peach,

Turning Green to green


Humans are becoming blinds,the eyes only wishing to see green
The God too loves green and so the humans are loving the same.

The soul is right by humans and no question to Gods,but
Humans green is not perishable and no value of Gods green.

I was quick to realize I am inclining towards humans "green",which made my life suffers.

But no one cares of Gods"green" and now God is waiting for his turn
And at last we failed to realized and should love Gods"green"................

trickling down with glints of light
dimpling below at every stroke
around the curtain, fire so bright
tears of joy, sadness, and hope

blowing strong slanting the drops
whisteling a tune of its very own
bending and swaying branches and crops
from all directions, like a mindless drone

brilliant light streaks across the sky
sparking earth, and heavens just right
rumbling groans, so far from shy
leaving silver silouhettes and shadows flight

flames creep over passing shades
colors fill the heavens above
rainbows cross like warriors blades
silence and bliss, and flight of a dove

the brilliance fades, like memories over time
life goes on, unaware of the miracle done
life goes on, through the sound of a chime
but to those who really saw, oh it was fun

The flow and bend of time and space
The essence of life, now that is grace
The mold and shape of this world blue
Its beauty lost..and yet found by so few
The trees, the flowers, every living thing
With their own gift, to the table, they bring
The invisible things, airs flow and wrath
A gentle soothing breeze, or destructive path
The water flowing around ever so grand
As it meets and crashes into the land
Finding its way through nooks and crannies
Through rivers wild and lakes surrounded by trees
The mountains majestic, bold and true
As if through time, they aged and grew
Bursting with wisdom, the things they have seen
The birth of creatures and the rolling grass green
The deserts of orange, endlessly stretching
And the trees of the forest upward reaching
These are but a few of the beauties of Earth
What tomorrow will give rise to new birth?

Into the void
The open space
Sound echos
Vocals clear

Silence broken
The echos
The vibe of sound
Echos around
Deafend to the noise

The cold the darkness surrounds
The echos the drips of sounds
The water drips from cielings high
Cast to the ground

Drip,drip
Drip

TIMELESS BEAUTY OF CREATION!
NOTHING CAN BE MORE SERENE THAN HER LUSH ,AND THE LOVELINESS OF HER WOODS BEFORE SUNRISE.
THE SEDUCTIVE LOOKS OF HER SCENERY,
SEALS THE SKY WITH THE GREEN LIGHT OF HER LEAVES AND KISSES THE WIND WITH A SENSATION THAT RECALLS ANTIQUITY.
PRAYERS LIKE ACORNS ARE SOWN IN SILENCE BY THE GENTLENESS OF THE BREEZE.
HER CHOIR OF FRAGRANT SEEDS ARCHING THEIR NECKS ON TREE STUMPS,
MAKES MY THOUGHTS TAKE FLIGHTS OF FANCY ON HOW SHE CARESSES THE SANCTUARY WITHIN.
WITH A PERFECT TOUCH OF DIVINE UNIQUENESS.

THE WORLD IS BUT THREE DAYS
YESTERDAY - A MARK OF HISTORY
TOMORROW IS BORN OF MYSTERY
TODAY- A DIVINE GIFT PRIVILEDGED FROM GOD

I love the beach when the sun comes out,

All the birds are twittering about,

I love the beach best when the sands are golden ,

And the sea is crashing against the rocks,



By k frew,



Peach,

I came out of the supermarket to be greeted
by the most amazing sky so stunning I stopped
and just stared navy blue back ground lined
by startling sapphire streaks that were layered.

Isles of azure blue all around were dotted
and the Clifton suspension bridge framed
perfectly as if an artist had just painted
it amidst the towers that above it soared.

Driving along admittedly gawking nearly crashed
fast as possible I got to a clear spot and stared
got out heart thumping in pure joy totally bedazzled
by the superb spectacle of various blues intermingled.

As full dark came away it all faded
I rushed home and a pen I grabbed
yet I knew that justice beyond me laid
by a master poet only can it be depicted