Showing posts with label Sun. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sun. Show all posts

Saturday, January 1, 2011

New Horizon

Endings rarely wanted
Kicked about and put off
Not allowing stops haunted
At them you simply scoff

Better off living in familiar safety
Being constant and forever young
Where you know each and every
Where you can try blocking what stung

But covering up and burying reality
Faking until you yourself believe
Does not work as well as thought out to be
Pretending while your heart grieves

But a new horizon is upon us and spreading
That sun scorching lies is now setting

Saturday, August 28, 2010

Sun

Bright sun shining
Lighting our way
Brightening our day
Giving us life
All on Earth rely on thee
Shining light and heat

Trees and flowers,
Vines and plants
All use thee to flourish and grow
From flora,
Comes oxygen
For animals,
And humanity
To breathe and live
Thus without thee,
None can be

Sunday, August 8, 2010

Summer Afternoon


It is beautiful outside
It doesn’t look quite like summer,
Yet it does in a way
The sky not quite blue,
More of a grayish, light blue type of hue
Our tree is quite beautiful,
It is unlike other trees,
Its leaves hanging down,
Waving gently in the breeze
The ferns and flowers sway softly
In the silent,
The trickling of water,
The only sound heard
It really is beautiful outside,
Today, in the cool and the quiet

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Sharing the Skylight


The clock has not yet chimed twelve,

It hasn’t reached noon,

Yet high with the fiery sun,

I spot the glow of the moon


I look in amazement,

I ponder the thought,

Why did they choose cooperation today,

When for attention they usually fought


The sun’s bright beams shined all day,

The moon smiled silently through the night,

To one another, nothing to say

Until today, all they did was fight


This morning, though,

I looked upon the sky

And say the two hand in hand,

Tired of being malicious and sly


Instead of provoking one another,

Or hogging the stage

They stood together

Sharing the fame and wage


The wage of our looks

Of admiration and awe

When glancing up from our work and books,

There seemed to be not a single flaw