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Created on: August 11, 2008
Endless cycle
The sun slowly reveals itself
as the morning begins
Soft silk petals closed
and asleep from within
Morning dew blankets
the emerald blades on the ground
Silence lingers
no presence to be found
Perfection of tiny tear drops
fallen from the heavens above
Covering each wonder
with gods endless love
The scent of the grass
the sway of the trees
Gently dancing
in the warm summer breeze
As each passing moment
displays a beautiful sight
Birds begin to awaken
chirp and some take flight
Animals scurry
and hunt food to keep
Whilst creatures of the night
fall fast asleep
Midday rays and the heat
now intense from the sun
The vibration and movement
of nature routines have begun
Opening blooms emitting sweet fragrances
at their ultimate peak
Breathtaking and wonderful
individually unique
The near by brooks
transparent water, trailing over stones
Trickling, splashing with excitement and flowing tones
Waterfalls cascading over
magnificent hard rock edges so coarse
Like natures fierce shower
crashing wildly, free with force
But time is ticking
and the sun now grows tired
Day rest her head
and finally her time has expired
Welcoming the depth of darkness
celebrating evening romance
Tiny diamonds that pierce the evening sky
that twinkle and dance
The wolf near by
enticingly howls to the moon
As the cycle takes place
and repeats itself soon
Owls and bats swoop
devouring their pray
And once again the clock of life
repeats a new day
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Poetry: The cycle of life
Endless cycle
The sun slowly reveals itself
as the morning begins
Soft silk petals closed
and asleep from within
Morning dew
FOR WHAT HAS YET TO BE
as she walks along the shore
the sun sets on the sea
all alone with her thoughts
for what has yet to
CYCLES
Cycles of life,
Birth- the start of spring.
The world a-ring
With birds singing.
Enveloped in the happy sound.
Plants and
BABY BOOMERS
We are real,all of us are great
Some of us are fellows
But most of us are gals
We are here
Spreadout amongst the
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