We lay togetherUnder the oak tree branchesLooking up at the skySo content just being togetherWe have finished our mealFrom the picnic basket, we fixedThe sun it brightly shiningThe clouds making different shapesWe each smile at the otherKnowing this day will forever beA memory of our loveOn a lazy summer day
Night begins to break Day meets it's fate The world begins to sleep Stars start to shine Crickets sing away Restless I've become Thoughts bombard my brain Thoughts of then Thoughts of now Thoughts of what's next No questions nor answers Merely depiction of life's journey Many days have come and gone Many days to come many to go A journey a quest a war a battle Where it ends nobody truly knows As for now I'll enjoy what...
Purple clouds hang against a burgeoning blue Brightening scene backdrops black trees on the horizon Darkness again giving way to light brand new Spirits of night... spell soon will be broken Flickering stars once more bidding their final adieu Chilly night air biting at my cheeks Smokey haze rises from the neighbours' flue Fresh melodies shortly will float through the sky Pink quickly replaces purple against the blue Prom...
Night once more giving way. Brightening sky promises a new day. Stiff breezes blow clouds across the moon. Tree branches bend, dance and swoon. Playing melodies as they swoosh and sway. Silence broken by early birds at play. Singing praise with each chirp and note. Songs each has learned and know by rote. Sounds of morning taking over from night. Soon sunshine will be shining bright. Beautiful sailor's sky now on display....
Another day has come to life. The sun has risen into the sky. Do you feel the joy in the air? Do you see the beauty? There are angels in our lives. There are people we fail to recognize. But, for today, let us remember the good, And let us forget the pain. Let us stand together, Side by side, under the bright sunlight. Let us share the moment Together for the rest of our lives. The sun sets behind the mountain peaks, And...
He was a tinkerer ever since he could remember; plastic bricks, tiny fake logs, that’s how it all began. Since then, he had graduated to bigger and better things–they weren’t actually very big things in any literal sense of the word, but definitely much better, definitely more serious, definitely more important. It sparked and sizzled out between the cold, steel tongs holding it in place. This one failed, again. If it wer...
Nights darkness begins to fade Bright stars disappear from sight Horizons open changing from black Perpetuating a bluish pinkish bright Constellations giving way to dawn Temperature drop brings cold chills Sky's evolve changing dark to light Day now transformed from night Yellowish fingers start to appear Spearing between mountain peaks Spewing fire across the heavens Valley bottoms confirm colors hid Splashes red stainin...
On the train to the city we see a bunch of kids dressed as elfs, Santa Clauses, and slutty Mrs. Clauses..it's packed...Saturday. An awkward staring fest as to who gets the best seats and who's nice enough to give their seats to a lady and stand the whole time. Then get this....a couple a more kids in Santa outfits come, sporting a 12 pack of bud light. America: drunk Santa Clauses....for the kids, you know? They might as...
