Flowers blossom, blooming allergies.
Every eye, sightly blessed.
Spring!— attacks my immunity and I whiff defeat.
Nonetheless, a treat by scent.
Even us alone, the wind knows no hush.
Whispering through evergreens.
Articulating each leaf.
Talking to the river, who gossips downstream.
......
burning umber of fire
swirl from the trees
igniting a true desire
all your soul I need
waiting for you to heed
changing with the seasons
for all is leaving
wisps of light pour through
ghosts of the night
till we start a new
......
Our lasting legacy lies not,
In the towering stone structures,
But in,
The forests we nurture,
The oceans we safeguard, and
The skies we keep pure.
The trees of life…
They crave our attention…
We show our love…
Is there no redemption…
We love of children…
From the day they are born…
We nurture their love…
Protect them from the thorn…
......
A summer sun shines steadily on such spicy scented scenery,
As forest fairies frolick frivolously amidst full greenery.
Birds butterflies bees and blooms waft blissfully beautiful,
Making more memorable magic, on the mad mornings so musical!
The wild wondrous whimsicality arises when none's watchful,
So there's no tangible testimony to these totally bashful.
However, historically hidden in the habitual jade habitat,
Fabled fairies frequent sun faceted forests secrets intact!
Flowers blossom, blooming allergies.
Every eye, sightly blessed.
Spring!— attacks my immunity and I whiff defeat.
Nonetheless, a treat by scent.
Even us alone, the wind knows no hush.
Whispering through evergreens.
Articulating each leaf.
Talking to the river, who gossips downstream.
......
Our lasting legacy lies not,
In the towering stone structures,
But in,
The forests we nurture,
The oceans we safeguard, and
The skies we keep pure.
A death that grieves no stranger
Is witless as a mouth
That deaf eyes do not fathom
Mute singleness of route
As pines a troubled forest
For signs of seeded quarry
We herald the dumbest signpost
To break the traveler's story
A death that grieves no stranger
......
The trees of life…
They crave our attention…
We show our love…
Is there no redemption…
We love of children…
From the day they are born…
We nurture their love…
Protect them from the thorn…
......
orange blossom scent
drifted from the verdant trees
as grasshoppers leapt
wildflowers blossomed
and birds sang from green mansions
as spun gold poured down
butterflies wandered
winding river found its way
......