fly

fly in the face of something
cold,
something raw
something wickedly told
throw pretzel logic
... out on its ear
then perhaps it
will be more
comfortable
here

and

and what if we sent
an "ark" into space
how would we treat
this brand new place
would we take our
animals two by two
then kill them one
by one,
because that is what
humans do
will we alter the surface
of our new home
then when this one
crumbles,
where will we roam?”

the

the road is lined
with ruts and rocks
so many times
filled with hard knocks
but the pathes we choose
... and how we stride
if armed with heart
and goodness
we can take the ride♥
 

a world of

a world of clouds
lives in my head
some light and breezy
other grey with dread

some dance  so lightly
around my heart
others seem determined
to tear it apart
and here i sit
in the middle of the storm
waiting for summer,
so soothing and warm

and when the sun
turns down her head
she tells the world
it is time for bed
but ever so gently
... she lets her
children know
that the night
is for rest
and tomorrow,
she will show♥

soft

soft suns
sweet dreams
gentle moon
stars dance
ever quiet
in their own rooms♥

a warm

a warm comfy pillow
to rest one's head
dreaming of dancing
willows
around the bed
... soft silent whispers
a tree serenade
in quiet thank yous
for all god has made
♥