Oblivious to their despair it roams the house without a care It's in the clothes and on the dishes All against their sincerest wishes and as the kids come through the door the ******* plague falls to the floor This war on dirt cannot be won and the keeper's job is never done
A violin for the absence of flowers A cello for the snow-sprinkled trees An oboe for the bird that missed the trip south And silence for Winter’s dis-ease
Re-wrote one entered earlier. This one seems a better fit
There is no strength in cruelty It is an ugliness with only weakness as it’s base An unsightly reflection of damaged people causing more harm in defense of their open wounds
Such simplicity yet magnanimous in its undertaking One marvels at the whole of it in awe of the glorious painstaking detail Colors calm and easy leaving no part of it's aura unappeasing It's nature so sincere and moving the stricken feel the need to bow
Wear not the irate head to bed ‘Spite the words that have been said Anger is a state of mind that leaves your slumber in such a bind So, in the interest of better sleep Eat yours words and not a peep