The cherry trees dance while blossoms fall,
as if heavenly angels have come to call-
And willing winds fly through dogwood trees,
their leaves dotting landscapes from the breeze.

Occurring in a dream-filled land,
of poets and prophets in glory's stand-
And gardens overflow with daffodils,
waving yellow flags from giant hills.

The fanciful birds fly off to greet,
in sunburst's skies of colorful treat-
And rainbows carve their way to gold,
a cherished reward for both young and old.

Delicate as these blossoms may be,
their worth is greater than that of the sea-
While continuing to shed fragrant melodies,
and revive the Springtime's reverie.

Meandering minds recall their place,
with fraught emotions tangled-
Appearing in a shadowy world,
where words are torn and mangled.

In recesses of profound desire,
when fiery images lose their way-
Through many doors they've wandered,
yet their souls are tossed and frayed.

Again and again this fire deploys,
a fiercely bound intention-
To rise among the smoke and ash,
lifting hope for mass redemption.

So many doors from which to choose,
for the fractured shells of man-
Yet undisturbed they diffuse the flames,
with wild and windswept rain.

When I walk through the green paradise,
of graceful leaves softly surrounding me;
As the breezes blow like silent missives,
I hear the voices of angels calling me.

It's nearly dawn and the air is fresh,
with the scent of daffodils and violets;
There's a rainbow painting the sky above,
bringing life to this summertime event.

I'm enthralled by the beauty of it all,
filling my heart with feelings of romance;
The meadows shining like glistening emeralds.
I want to kick off my shoes and dance.

Then made comfortable by lilting whispers,
of angelic calls to life within the tepid wind;
I take my time absorbing the atmosphere,
assuring me that the world will never end.

The wind blows freely in the air,
as I sit and relax without a care--
Underneath a huge canopy of silk,
while munching on treats as I drink milk.

It floats and captures the breezy day,
this backyard canopy of yesterday--
Mother left it to me when she passed,
and now the memories always last.

A rainbow streaks across the sky,
catching moments coming from on high--
While I recall my days as a child,
when this canopy flowed, free and wild.

The summer sun is rising above,
as I'm cooled under the canopy of love--
A childlike vision comes into sight,
with mother holding my hand so tight.

Today my soul has run away,
to places where my heart can't play--
Devotion lights the thoughts within,
yet still there's something I can't win.

In silence lies the grieving night,
from all the stories of my plight--
The quiet calm and windless air,
are gently stirred without a care.

My deepest feelings rise above,
ideas flourish with endless love--
The evening falls without a sound,
as moonlight shines onto the ground.

Perhaps I've wandered into fairyland,
with children dancing hand in hand--
My fondest wish is coming true,
as my soul's returned to be renewed.

Each day we awaken with worried minds,
and hopes that we'll get through--
The troubles that arise before us,
with courage and fortitude.

It's not that we're ungrateful,
for the gifts we've received from above--
Happy times can be overshadowed,
when we've forgotten that we're loved.

It's hard to feel His presence,
in all the things we face--
Afraid and weak our hearts reach out,
for His everlasting grace.

It doesn't matter who you are,
or what name you call your God--
The spirit of life is written on,
each soul that conquers fraud.

The lie is that we're here alone,
with nothing to enhance our faith--
Yet the sun and moon glow peacefully,
then disappear without a trace.

Where did the magic all begin,
and do we question why?
The days move on despite each trial,
while dark nights sing their lullabies.

One foot in front of the other,
is really all that we can do--
Just make a choice to live and learn,
and with God's love you'll begin anew.

Silently the moon glides across the sky,
meeting stars along the way--
A midnight scene we've come to view,
wishing it were here to stay.

Magical dreams that seem so real,
enhanced by a purple velvet sky--
framing a massive sea of teal;

Sailboats float against the horizon,
guided by the stellar light--
Tumbling waves cause them to rise and fall,
as if they were taking flight!

We warmly embrace while watching,
God's vision of eternal love--
The earth, the sea, the moon and sky,
all miracles designed in the heavens above.