If I can choose
What next I be
I think I might
Just be a tree

What is snow
Flakes of frozen precipitation
A blanket of winter's grasp
Holding you with its icy grips.

Or is it simply reminders
Reminders that no matter how many people there are
We are all unique
And free.

Snow flakes remind us
of what it means to be human
Always Different
Ever changing
Always moving
hurting others when we all gather up at once
Covering our tracks everyday
sometimes doing a good job of it.

Once we compare ourself to nature,
we soon realize how much we really aren't different at all,
How insignificant in the vast universe,
Why is it so hard for some of us to grasp?

We are all our own little snow flake.

Have you seen the moon?
Hidden by a cloud
it's missing

Missing what was ours
Truly it was never meant to be
Gone forever out among the stars
Whisked away, a vapour, just a dream

Have you seen my heart?
Melted by my tears
it's missing

Missing plans we made
When you took your love away from me
Overwhelmed by sorrow and dismay
Surely I will wane and fade away

Just like the moon

I am the buzzing bees
The slithering seas
I am distraction
I am nature

I am that chance of rain
Dampening the saviors reign
I try to hear from heaven
Yet, I talk the whole time

I have not heard the secret
The call to be still
I have not heard the promise
The purpose of your will
Your plan for my good

I am the world on its knees
I am the prayer for peace
I am surrender

You are I AM
My chance at being better
I am yours

CONCH
I walked into the gift shop,
Down beside the sea,
There I found a conch shell,
That conch shell set me free.
It opened up the window of the memories held inside,
Memories of days gone by,
Been lodging far inside,
Hidden in quiet corners on the back roads of my mind.
The lure of the sunshine, the sand and the sea,
picked me up and set me free.
Towards the shore I slowly walked.
As the nearer I got,
the more that I could breathe,
I could smell it and feel it.

It's too cold to paddle, no wading today,
I wonder if in winter time,
Do those tiny sand eels play.
Most of those gift shops are closed it's out of the season,
Must have been drawn there for a reason.
(c)Livvi

I watched the planets form before me
little hard spheres of light
of Life, pulsating
the fabric of space ripped with stars
like holes to heaven
the noise floated effortless below me
the galaxy engulfing my pores
as if it did not know better
and even if it did,
would I still play the part of the quiet unobtrusive passenger?

I rose up over the oceans of space
dipping, swirling, dense shapes shift
and I as well
I plucked the constellations
made them sing for me
inky melodies finding solace in my mind
away from the shifting noise
and as I fell I grabbed the comet's tail
it shook and I shook it in return
finally feeling like I had found home
but I looked around at the familiar blackness
and I realized I had always been.