From the meadow green,
Sweet flowers are blooming,
Lavenders pretty.

Daffodils yellow,
Blooming sweetly at my feet,
Opening their blooms.

Mountains of pure white,
Are beautiful in thy sight,
They are tall and strong.

Sunrises at dawn,
The begining of a day,
Quickly it ended.

Ferns sweet in the woods,
When you pick them they will die,
If you don't they bloom.

*~Marian~

Nothing else said.
Wipe
your used
soles
as to
avoid imperfection.
Beaten
until acceptable
once again,
never attractive
to
a stranger's eye
though.
Just
wipe
their soles
and continue.
Reason unknown;
they bring
a new mat
home.
I guess that's just how it is.

If only I could tell you,
If only you could know.
If only there was a map,
To tell me where to go.
If only I could explain,
If only I could share.
If only I could find a way,
To get you to care.
But it's too far,
And it's too hard to do,
When I'm feeling lonely,
If only I had you.