In fields of green
The pretty flowers
Are gently blowing
And changing colours
In the morning sunlight
And it's a beautiful sight

With pretty petals
Blowing everywhere and Scented fragrance
fills the air and
They dance all in row
It's a pretty sight
A whisper of nature's grace in life
All so colourful

A rare beauty and pure bliss in life

And I cherish these pretty flowers they bring me joy and cheer
A gift from nature's loving embrace.

🏵⚘🏵⚘🏵⚘🏵⚘🏵⚘🏵

remember when you
hit bottom
the ground is where
the flowers of the future
must be planted

🏵⚘🏵⚘🏵⚘🏵⚘🏵⚘🏵


Catherine Jarvis
aka
SoulSurvivor
Write of Passage

I'm touched by your sadness.
The eyes so warm, your smile so tender -
but the fire burned to embers ~
and as much as I'd like to reignite,
I cannot reach out to you.
A chilling gale, unrelenting,
blows against my face.
So I wrap my arms around your bare chest and rest
my cheeks against your back.
These moments, where you feel so close...
you are so far gone, ahead in heart and years...
So I gift you my warmth and watch
your sleep, feeling colder
with every breath I take.
How can someone as wise as you not know?
That the eye of the storm is serene,
but also chilling to the bone.
Deep down I know, we are the same,
you and I...

I'm in love with your smell,
your smile, your eyes, your mind.
And so I squeeze these lines
out of my soul wishing you
would find, so wishing...

We are like the moon and the sun.
Meant to encircle one another
in eternal dance
forever out of reach
never to touch...

Dependant on your light to shine
A slave to your gravity