Morning Mountains......
Snow-covered mountains,ancient monuments,a north wind that nods to us,a thought that flows,images imbued with hymns of history,words on signs with ideals of geometry.....
Evening Sun.....Day is life,As the roars of lions echo,And the galloping of the antelope fade.Night is death,As the laughs of the hyena haunt you,And the bush is filled with the sounds of terrorized creatures.But between the beauty all is quiet,As the sun disappears,And the land lights up in the most spectacular display,the Sunset....
Trees at Twilight.....I wonder a lot about those trees,Why do they bear flowers, fruits & seeds?And shrivel when their foliage freeze;Then blossom in the summer breeze.Why are they cursed not to walk?Is it to be reaped by birds & bees?Do they quiver when the wind stalks?And bow when the tempest whips.Why do they crawl upright?Is it to worship the Eternal Light?Do they whimper in the moonlit night?Or just shimmer until dawn arrives.The trunks, the rinds, the twigs;Their shields against Nature's rots.But would they sense the twinge When humans break their rods?
Butterflies in th sun.....
Hey little butterfly, where'd you come from?Dancin' in the meadow playing in the sun!Hoverin' over flowers in the warm summer breezeSilently making music with your wings as they tease.Flitting high, flitting low,through the garden gates you goUntil the perfect flower comesto make your day in the sunFree to linger, free to fly,Free to mingle with the sky,never showing you are shyJust free to be a butterfly!Hey little child, what do you know?Before I could be free, I had to learn to growA wee little caterpillar with fur upon my backThe smallest little rock would seem a mighty stackCrawling high, crawling lowThrough the tallest weeds I'd goUntil I reached the next plateauSafe and sound from the world belowThen my task had begunSpinning my cocoon was work not fun.Patiently forming in the sunUntil my silken pad was done.Hey little butterfly, how'd you break freeBound in your cocoon on a branch of a tree?Well little child, in time I grewMy wings formed around me as my life became newChanging from a caterpillar was work that's trueBut when I emerged away I flew
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