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.

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.

Pearl Diving

Image credit DOUGY

If I could learn to write in words you’ll understand,
Perhaps they might help you find your special way,
To gather personal strength; keep temptation’s trap at bay,
For whatever you are fighting offer a supporting hand,
Especially for those that I will never meet,
Struggling with the stresses of a busy modern life,
Feeling like some butter under a red hot knife,
Trying hard to cope; running from defeat.

If I could write the music I’ve seen, smelled, tasted and heard,
Touch your heart with warmth on the longest, coldest day,
Thoughts electrically running in loops might lead to a way,
That could draw you safely onward like a migrating bird,
Magnetic lines of force holding you, a shield against friction,
Destructive compulsions repelled, obstacles evaded,
Confusion for order, disarray for harmony traded,
My score would be a work of pure entertaining fiction.

The never ending thread of my imagination,
Weaving a melodic rhapsody around a simple theme,
Bringing laughter and delight with variations in a stream
Of notes held between lines in suspended animation,
My words would lie in wait to capture your unguarded thought,
Like morning dew on a spider’s web, pearls on lace,
Precious drops from the ocean of life, pathways retrace,
Not always what I’d wished for, not always what I’d sought.

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.

A Rainbow's Promise

When ignorance and arrogance combine,
They will sour the best vintage wine,
Poison the ground, on which we stand,
Their deafening sound destroys the land,
Blind to the consequences of selfish acts,
Their greed continues until reason reacts.

Lost chances cry of the waste and the cost,
The present weeps for what the past has lost,
The future holds a light and calls for strength,
The queen of the night sings of love at length,
The past echoes with experience gained,
The water washes what error soiled and stained.

From the fallen tears a new way will spring,
Let us grasp the wisdom knowledge can bring,
Stand firm today, resolve to improve more,
Forever stay searching for tomorrow’s door,
Remember the flame that will always burn
Brightly within so we may continue to learn.