Process by which plants make their food and clear our air using light,
They have no feet or hands but they make their food right,
Being self sufficient,I bet they've got no need to fight.
Nature is inspiring,
Birds always happily singing,
Guess their songs are never expiring,
And they're surely thankful for the air they breathe through photosynthesis,
Do we appreciate our trees enough?or maybe the point of their existence we miss?
Don't chop them off unless you need to.
Potted daisy by the window sill
is in love with Mr. Sunshine - the morning brings.
Dapper and Radiant and oh! So warm!
Daisy is spellbound by his charm.
At every first blush ...
she sings her song...
that his love makes her tall , that his love keeps her strong.
But as the daylight begins to wane
Ms. Daisy feels partings strain .
With the setting dusk
the waning glow
the night is set in Indigo
Repose Ms. Daisy , don't rue for the day
For , Mr. Sunshine is but a few hours away !
I am an idle garden, and you are my gardener —clearing out all of my long dead, overgrown worries, making room for neglected words; everblooms shrouded beneath the tangled debris of fear. Your dedication and diligence has smoothed me out with gentle hands and has planted new hopes in a still-budding imagination; sharing all that you are so that one day I could hopefully, in some way, give back to you all the beautiful parts of you that have grown in me.
tumbling trees and bumbling branches
leave it to me to weed through the circumstances
perhaps you reflect the mess of second glances
with these days all sideways I'm not much to take chances
I never felt like we were quiet
quite a perfect match
you leave it to me to unravel the riot
I leave it to you to deadly the catch
and you're next
and i'm next
and we're next
and he's next
and one day this will all be mine.
once in a while,
love changes form
it turns from a sweet sunrise
to a sad sunset
a beautiful love song
to a melancholic tune
and though love hurts
when it changes forms
love will always be love
through the rain and fire
love prevails the change in intensity
and that's what I learned the day I learned
to let my anger,