Natures Noises

In the night sky,
Twinkling quite bright.
With the light of the moon,
It’s a magnificent sight.

Lying in the meadow,
Crickets trilling hushed.
Peaceful and calm,
Nothing to be rushed.

Rivers proceeding,
Forests arising.
Sun’s waking up,
Nothing Surprising.

Birds going to fetch,
Food for their young.
It’s still so queit,
Besides what’s being sung.

The Morning air,
As fresh as the spring.
Perfectness about,
What nature will bring.

The Moonlight Reflection

The big, yellow moonlight,
What a magnificent sight.
The beautiful things,
I saw that night.

The crickets were ringing,
While the birds stopped their singing.
The moon was a glowing,
And the stars started swinging.

There was peace in the air,
For the rabbits and the heir.
The young night approached,
In the middle, of my prayer.

The reflection on the lake,
It couldn’t be fake.
For the water was real,
So I was surely awake.

It was almost pitch dark,
Besides the moon and its spark.
The stars were so pretty,
Was my only remark.

I couldn’t remain stable,
For the sight of this fable.
It felt so unreal,
For the beauty of the sable.

I loved it so much,
For the reflection I could touch.
The moon was so close,
In my hand I could clutch.

A World of Knowledge

You may never know,
Why the world will spin.
You may never know,
The rules of the game, gin.

The world will have its questions,
There will always be more knowledge.
You can always find some answers,
At a library, school or college.

Technology and information,
Can be changing every hour.
To know everything you can know,
Is seen as the greatest power.

Learning is like a gift,
We are privileged to receive.
Knowledge is like a key to life,
It will help us to achieve.

You may not know everything,
Or who, what, when, where, why.
For so much is always changing,
The least you can do is try.

The Ways of Nature

The trees were so mellow,
As I went on my way.
“Listen to my rhythm”,
The wind would almost say.

If I were years older,
With knowledge, galore.
I would leave home,
To find and explore.

Nature is so lovely,
I admire the trees.
With the wind on my back,
I’d sail the seven seas.

In winter its dead,
In spring it will bloom.
Summers boiling hot,
And the fall is all gloom.

May we prevail hardships,
When climbing the tallest mount.
To defy the seven wonders,
Swimming in Niagara fount.

I wish to proclaim,
To nature and my Lord.
Thank him for the beauty,
For it, is my reward.

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The wind in the willows,
The twinkle in the stars.
The white picket fence,
Or the red sports cars.

The perfect of perfects,
The best of the best.
The nice things we have,
Here in the west.

While others will suffer,
We will live on.
The parties at seven,
And work starts at dawn.

We think we’re good people,
As we try to donate.
To foreign starving children,
With death as their fate.

Some to the homeless,
Some to the sick.
Just a few donations,
Please make it quick.

We have started wars,
Killed to no measure.
Some for bits of land,
And some for our pleasure.

As our economy rises,
Our awareness may fall.
Just ask yourself,
Do we care at all?

When someone falls,
Lend him your hand.
I will finally ask,
Where, do you stand?

Winters Cold Death

It is getting quite late, for night is coming soon.
The suns been long down, and here is the moon.
The lids of my eyes,
Heavy.
Heavy.
Heavy.

I shan’t fall asleep, but the end is so near.
My family will need me, they love me sincere.
They will miss me,
Truly.
Truly.
Truly.

I wish to stay longer, I can’t take much more.
Thy advacation is to stay, but My God may ignore.
My God I still,
Love.
Love.
Love.

My attempts shall be strong, thy will stay awake.
For if I fall into slumber, thine life shall it take.
Coldness taking over,
Winter.
Winter.
Winter.

For I am too strong, lest I’ll never toil over.
With my own superstitions, and four leafed clover.
My prevailing God on high,
Mercy,
Mercy,
Mercy

Too much to live for, thou shall not die.
Winter cold sleep, please hear my cry.
For winters hand is,
Death.
Death.
Death.