Grass is Simply Green

Covering a quarter of the Earth’s land,
A simple plant paved evolution’s path,
Almost indestructible to nature’s wrath,
Grass silently grows where life will stand,
It sprouts from the base of burned stems,
And rises like a phoenix from fire,
Devoured to the roots by mass desire,
It will return to hold raindrops like gems.

Beyond the limits of the last tree,
Frozen by bitter arctic night,
It waits for the return of the light,
Under a white blanket by a stilled sea,
When winter releases its’ icy grip,
The tundra responds to the spring’s release,
And green welcomes flocks of snow-white geese,
Completing an amazing marathon trip.

With unlimited water and sun,
Elephants hide within the tall blades,
Through them Earth’s largest herbivore wades,
And her smallest wild pig loves to run,
Great flocks of birds that take hours to pass,
Feed on an incalculable number of seeds,
That holds the energy natural flight needs,
Hear this song when you mow your lawn’s grass.

Somewhere in Time

Somewhere in time a nightingale sings,
Of life’s journey and the sadness it brings,
With wings so strong hope surely flies,
Through threatening clouds into clear skies,
The music plays softly on waves of thought,
Moving emotion is easily caught,
Held by a moment like a foaming crest,
Then gently brought down to earth and rest.

I see my second childhood beckoning,
To be counted in the final reckoning,
Waving a wand of youth so high,
The magic carries me beyond the sky,
A timeless horizon stretches through space,
Words weave a web like intricate lace,
Here is the home I’ll hold close to my heart,
And a journey’s end becomes a new start.

I will hear music wherever I go,
The rhythm of life beats time fast and slow,
The shadow dances of dark and light,
My words will echo with black on white,
Imagination brings colour to the scene,
I would have smiles mark where I have been,
Asked what would be my favourite hue,
I answer warm yellow on a pale true blue.

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I followed Guido’s recommendation and went to Regina’s journal.
I would also like to recommend it to anyone who likes poetry.

Silence

Stand tall, touch the sky then reach beyond,
Discover the stardust where it now lies,
Shine then show the way of the wise,
And you will have found your magic wand.
Hold it high in the dark of the night,
When ignorance rules with sightless eyes,
With arrogance deaf to warning cries
And proudly wears a mask of might.

Like moonlight magic silently sings,
With love from the star that gave it birth,
Bound by time and space to earth,
It flies to the heavens on silver wings,
I hear waves of music dance on air,
Thought fights to find the words to write
A description of every colour in white,
And win the mantle one moment can wear.


Life is the only thing we own,
All days spent learning in the light
Increases wisdom to share in night,
I wondered if my shadow had grown,
I now know that I dance alone,
No one hears the song that I sing,
I am not able to ever bring,
Warmth with a heart made of stone.

Short and Sweet

Lengthening sunbeams shine a spotlight on the stage,
Green, red and gold dances to autumnal airs,
The water laughs in the colour she wears,
The ghost of a smile is caught by a fleeting image.
A tree sings a song of an age yet to come,
A waterfall of fire cascades from the sky,
The narrow boat slowly passes by,
Lending the scene the sound of a distant drum.

The swan wakes the water with silver light,
A suspended droplet like a jewel glistens,
Silent music plays, a patient earth listens,
The sun settles on the water in a pool of white,
A fisherman tells his fascinating tales,
About the ones that always got away,
Let no one disbelieve what he may say,
Such stories tip the true balance of any scales.

Home, the Journey

Together we are both stronger,
And carry our burden high,
Striding under a blue sky,
O’er water, alone no longer,
A green carpet grows at our feet,
We sing today for tomorrow,
Our ways anyone can borrow,
At sunset our shadows will meet.

Under the stars at night we stand,
To this moment we belong,
Water carries our silent song,
Beneath the moon, over the land,
Airs will echo with silent waves
Music played by a passing thought,
Within invisible threads caught,
Then memory holds and saves.

Watch as we dance over the earth,
The sun paints everything we’ve seen,
A river of light flows between,
And touches with the warmth of mirth
Barriers made of wood and steel,
Reach for the dream that waits for you,
Listen and to your song be true,
All grow toward the light they feel.