the rhythm of the rain
falling outside my window
fills my mind with faeries
dancing with Mother Nature
as she composes her songs
bit by bit

the trees sway along
to the rhythm of the rain
moving side to side

inspired by the music
my heart beats in time
with the sounds I hear
I am nature's mime


my heart hits my feet
they begin to start tapping in time
with the gentle sway of nature's time

The constant beating of the wind,
Sends shivers through my skin.
Burning like icicles,
it cleanses me.
Mother nature breathes me in.

I am taken back by the beauty and poise of the woody acres of life.
The joys of mother nature and her prides!!

As the breeze dances in the trees,
the creatures sing their song
Intoxicated by the air
as one,
with nature,
I am free

The rain, gone now,
but it's scent lingers
reaching my senses
as I take in it's aroma
that wonderful feel of clean earth,
gently washed

like clean cloth on a line,
left to be dried and warmed by the sun.
I revel in its crisp loveliness.

Beauty so tranquil,
but man so able..
bombs turn flowers to ashes of a fable..
connect the cable,



pull up the roots..
beauty is forsaken and there's no excuse..

The ribbons of clean air
Wrapping me with gift of tranquility
Whispering soft,
teasing gentle words

And as the fairies dance their dance
beguiling us with their childish charms
once more we bow to Mother Nature's whims
as she gently holds us in her comforting arms


My world is so free
when I see mother nature in action
I just stand there in awe
I walk outside
and touch a new bloomed flower
Wow I can feel the nature's power

Night falls and takes it's turn,
As the moon brightens the sky
and the stars appear,

Sparkling like diamonds in the moonlit sky
lighting the way for the faeries to dance
and play,
how magical it all seems as they
fly back to earth to dance with nature

The forest king upon his throne
Smiling inside his wooded home
As the creatures all begin to mingle
A vision to make ones heart tingle
As the night birds raise their song in chorus
And lay such wondrous sights before us

Bright eyes flit and dart around
Listening for unnatural sounds.
Insects die,
whilst others live
Mothers Nature,
bountiful,
takes and gives.

step on the pink clouds
between stars and moonlight
enjoy this cosmic ballet
in this perfect night


And take a moment of time to sit by the river
with the frog-green rocks.
Contemplate,
meditate,
investigate the beauty all around.

Open you eyes so you can see
The old world -
as it use to be
The slower times of yesterdays
Taking our time through the haze


beauty of the soul,
in greens and tints of nature
gives a peaceful reminder;
gives a peaceful stature.


**** father time to preserve
mother...
life
The Oedipus complex at its best