The sweet fragrance you shared to me changed my weeping heart
Shadows of bitter yesterdays are now erased at last
Scented tints of the awesome spring put smiles into my eyes
Previous battles I've cried and lost, you brought a hopeful sunrise
Saturday, May 6, 2017
Bloom My Dearest
You are indeed an awesome enchanting gift
Please stop walking in a field of grief
Life's sometimes wicked and full of prejudice
But remember you're lovely amidst these tumult and haste
Our life isn't always a happy feast
Like the pretty tulips that fade, die and wilt
Flowers bloom to inspire us to grow in faith
Thus, bloom! Don't be scared to fail my dearest
Please stop walking in a field of grief
Life's sometimes wicked and full of prejudice
But remember you're lovely amidst these tumult and haste
Our life isn't always a happy feast
Like the pretty tulips that fade, die and wilt
Flowers bloom to inspire us to grow in faith
Thus, bloom! Don't be scared to fail my dearest
Someday We Will

Painting the meadows with delight
Too green are the grass and leaves
Waving happily in tune with the breeze
Too sweet is the smell of the blossoms
Rejoicing in colorful robes they bloom
Someday my dearest love we will
Oh believe me, one day in April
Spring dance in the sun we will
On a sweeter spring, we'll kiss uphill
Saturday, April 8, 2017
Rhythm in Lines
One Snowy Day
White flurries descending from the gray sky
Starting to envelope the ground like blankets
Leaves are lovely as if they have trinkets
Naked trees suddenly have ornaments
The cold wind blows the crystals in rhythm
Snowflakes are dancing like tiny butterflies
Winter's beauty truly isn't pale and colored light
The earth's not asleep, only dressed in sparkly white
Winter Morning
Watched the dull gray sky one winter morning
Felt quivering in the crisp wind
Though the world seemed so quite asleep
Barely heard the crackling trees
Stripped trees stand sleeping in the cold
"Where's the sun?" I asked myself
Then suddenly I turned around
On the bare branches were about a hundred birds
Oh! I didn't hear their sound
Winter's paler beauty still is pleasing
Great hope is what this season brings
Said the quiet lake and the silent stream
After winter soon will be the beauty of spring
Autumn
The brilliant hues of the fallen leaves
The silent roar of the waterfall
Brought solace and happiness
Autumn's magnificent tints
offer promise and tranquility
But much more to nature's beauty
Are the nurtured memories
Fall
Brown, red and golden leaves
falling gently from the trees
Floating, flying,
swirling in rhythm with the breeze
Dropping slowly on a
bedlike ground
Creating music with a comforting sound
White flurries descending from the gray sky
Starting to envelope the ground like blankets
Leaves are lovely as if they have trinkets
Naked trees suddenly have ornaments
The cold wind blows the crystals in rhythm
Snowflakes are dancing like tiny butterflies
Winter's beauty truly isn't pale and colored light
The earth's not asleep, only dressed in sparkly white
Winter Morning
Watched the dull gray sky one winter morning
Felt quivering in the crisp wind
Though the world seemed so quite asleep
Barely heard the crackling trees
Stripped trees stand sleeping in the cold
"Where's the sun?" I asked myself
Then suddenly I turned around
On the bare branches were about a hundred birds
Oh! I didn't hear their sound

Great hope is what this season brings
Said the quiet lake and the silent stream
After winter soon will be the beauty of spring

Autumn
The brilliant hues of the fallen leaves
The silent roar of the waterfall
Brought solace and happiness
Autumn's magnificent tints
offer promise and tranquility
But much more to nature's beauty
Are the nurtured memories
Fall
Brown, red and golden leaves

Floating, flying,
swirling in rhythm with the breeze
Dropping slowly on a
bedlike ground
Creating music with a comforting sound
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