Free As A Bird

Humans are such silly things

Beings born devoid of wings.

To glide across the azure sky

They need help to soar up high.

The Nook

Is there a nook where you can go,

A place to watch the waters flow?

Somewhere quiet where flowers hold

Their petals out to the sun's warm gold.

If you do great riches are yours indeed

Tell others to help them in their need.

Storms

When storms of life come crashing in

And the desire to fight is wearing thin.

We need a safe harbour wherein to hide

Our strength to recover, hope to revive.

God's Love

God's love is an amazing thing, they say,

He cares for each one of us that will pray.

His divine love flows down in beams from the sky,

How come then He allows small children to die?

Flying

Are you like me? Do you sometimes dream of flying free?

A bird I'd love to be. I'd flee this world, find another

destiny.

Crystals

When the snow is falling,

Much beauty does abound.

The marvel of snow crystals,

Lay unseen on the ground.

If only we could see them,

They really would confound.

Wine

Sometimes, at the end of a day

You feel low, but no voice will say,

"Cheer up, old friend. It's O.K."


That's when a glass, filled to the brim

Conquers the demons that lurk within,

Sends them packing, restores your vim.

Up Above

Up above us, as we strive are

Unseen worlds, grand and alive.

Then again, it may well be

That all that lives is what we see.

Children playing

Children playing, children praying,

You must be careful what you're saying.

Children listening, their eyes a'glistening,

Why should innocents need a christening?

Fishing

Fast the river runs, dozing trout hide deep

Sly fishermen come to tempt them

If they're wise they'll sleep

Dreaming

Lost in innocent dreams, the baby sleeps

Unaware of the long, rocky road ahead

Its many bends and strange twists

The potholes and dead ends

Its ups and downs.

Dream on in

Peace.

Butterfly Dancing

Butterfly, butterfly, I envy you your life

Dancing on petals, far away from strife.

Harming nothing, you while away the hours

Flying so prettily among gardens of flowers.