Retrace
Embrace
find my self a way back to this place
No haste
Slack pace
Find my self a renewed sense of grace
Rewind
Clocks chime
Find yourself a mountain to climb
Suns low
Gold glow
On the right path? You'll never know
Liberate
Contemplate
Free myself from this pent up hate
Accommodate
Tolerate
No more of life you can afford to waste
Bemoan
Your roll
Theres only so much in your Control
Lament
Pay rent
For yourself you will one day have to think.
Desire
Next tier
This ladder wont go much higher
persevere
Its near
One day it will all be clear
Strive
Dive
Just enjoy being alive
May 10, 2016
May 10, 2016 at 5:38 AM UTC
For all she had seen there was nothing as serene
the subtle drift of grass in vibrant shades of green
the early morning sun provides a delicate gloom
yellow and white daffodils frolic in full elegant bloom
she spots a cosy oak bench
and her thirst she begins to quench
prudently she sips her coffee
smiling , she makes a start to devour her Turkish toffee
moments like this she loves to savoir
when the world seems to spin in her favor
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 8:22 AM UTC
Shes leaves the house with a smile
Shes off to a spot she hasn't been for a while
Her favourite place
One serene and full of grace
With the whole day to waste
She walks at a bohemian pace
She passes under the stone arch
Admires the shade of every branch
As Her shoe taps the bricks
with rhymth she skips
She raises her head towards the sky
Watching the fluffy clouds drift effortlessly up high
She admires the variety of kites
Red specks dancing at heights
Through the clouds the warm sun glares
The cherps of many birds she hears
The clouds drifft over, and through the sun rays peers
The hues brighten
And the mood lightens
She spots a lovely corner
Where it looks a little warmer
Between two oak trees
With just the right amount of breeze
She lays on her back
And removers from her pack
A rather curious tatted book
Ones shes glad she took
Her book of sketches
As she draws time stretches
The sun sinks low,
But she has little intention to go
The sky dull crimson red
She adjusts her head
As she takes in the glorious sight
She feels full of magical might
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:21 AM UTC
In times on ones knees
There is no beauty quite like trees
As they embrace the breeze
With a natural affinity to please
With a magical grace
There is no need for haste
As time begins to cease
Im filled with a gentile ease
Silence in the air
Not a single care anywhere near
A serene feeling of bliss
That I am unable to miss
As i inhale the sent of pine
A aroma finer than that of any wine
A though slips into my mind
Since when is life this kind
Having nature all to my self
I shall never need any thing else
Apr 19, 2015
Apr 19, 2015 at 2:13 AM UTC