The passion within me,
keeps on burning,
even through the cold,
harshness of winter,
The frigid air,
sinks deeper,
with each breath,
how will I sing?
My mouth begins to frost,
shivers go down,
my spine,
as I scramble for warmth,
Then a flicker,
it’s tiny, but there,
a small flame,
warms my soul,
My lungs start to fill,
and I slowly breathe again,
and then,
I sing.
When the light dims beyond the horizon,
the stars start to dance and play,
the night is full of life,
and a party is underway,
The liveliness of summer has gone,
but fall begins crack,
through the last of the heat,
and the leaves are keeping track,
The fireflies will go into hiding,
as the colder months roll in,
the sunset turns everything bright orange,
and the falling leaves begin,
Fall is a time,
of color and change,
it starts to get colder,
and that is not really strange,
Orange, yellow, red,
even a pure golden,
these are the colors of Autumn,
colors of the setting sun.
When Spring starts,
everything begins to flower,
petals in the air,
bring a sweet smell,
It is the smell of Spring,
when it all comes alive,
trees bustle in the wind,
small creatures emerge again,
Birds sing so sweetly,
there is nothing quite like,
a beautiful song,
when the sun rises,
Life, earth,
it’s all connected,
on this planet,
of living things,
Nature is pure,
sacred,
as a river flowing,
as a flower blooming.
This needs to happen,
as in,
not later, after, in the future,
now,
Life can be difficult,
believe me, I know,
but there are ups,
have faith,
When we lose hope,
it is when we falter,
we stagger, lose our way,
until someone finds us,
Hush,
do not worry,
it will all come into play,
the pieces will fit,
Hush, be still,
for good will come,
just be patient,
and wait.
This thundering force,
that comes down in a sudden,
ravenous form,
of something that gives life,
Sometimes it can be scary,
looking outside, to the rain,
since it is coming down in sheets,
but it helps things grow,
Without it,
the world would be barren,
a wasteland, f
illed with despair,
Then the rolling thunder starts,
a flicker in the sky,
tells that rain is on its way,
to make the world whole again,
Thunderstorms come and go,
but rain is always precious,
and it should be recognized,
for it creates life, not destroys.
When the snow,
blankets the road,
and the trees are covered,
just so that they look white,
It is serene,
in the winter,
when there is just,
a gentle snow fall,
There is a sense of stillness,
a calm,
that can only be known,
at this time,
The earth,
is dead,
but only for now,
until the spring,
When the plants and trees,
start to grow again,
so winter needs to happen,
and the snow.
The cold rain,
that beats down on me,
does not care,
that it is cold,
Rain comes from the clouds,
from the light sky,
not the darkness,
but the clouds are dark,
The night rain is the best,
because it’s barely seen,
it hides,
in the night sky,
But it still helps the earth,
to grow its plants and us,
to sustain life,
is the rain’s purpose,
Rain is majestic,
with the beautiful sound it makes,
to a downpour in a storm,
it has a purpose.
This world,
crashes,
down,
into,
despair,
fails,
to be,
reborn,
into,
beauty,
again,
but once,
life,
starts,
it strives,
to be,
all,
the wonderful,
tears,
and rain,
to spring,
life,
into all.
The darkness that overwhelms,
even the smallest creature,
is pure evil,
that must be banished,
if it is allowed,
to haunt dreams,
then one must not,
dream at all,
suffering of the soul,
is like torture,
and it kills,
all love,
the light,
must break through,
the dark clouds,
to shine again.
The sweltering heat,
engulfs me,
like a flame,
so intense,
I cannot take it,
the dryness,
of even a shadow,
is there no relief?
Then the rain comes,
at first it steams,
then there’s a calm,
and then a beautiful coolness,
That washes away,
the scorch,
that had engulfed the Earth,
and the humans,
The scorch is finally over,
the rain has won.