We go gently under the stars,
Barefoot whispers on dew-kissed scars
Of the sleeping earth. A velvet hush,
Only starlight whispers, a gentle crush

Of galaxies vast on our upturned gaze.
No need for words in this starlit maze.
A hand-held close, a silent vow,
Under a sky where dreams somehow

Unfurl-like banners, vast and bright,
Guiding our steps through the starlit night.
As we go gently underneath the stars

when
God takes control
your hands
are
the
architect of the soul

death cast her shadow
while
embraced in her arms
and
death is my sunset
while
death is my dawn

Let me be the tallest oak tree, strong,
Roots delving deep where they belong.
Branches reach high, a sheltering hand,
For weary travelers across the land.

Whispers of wind through leaves unfold,
Stories whispered, both young and old.
Witness to seasons, a timeless guide,
Through sunlit days and storms that hide.

A beacon of hope, I proudly stand,
A testament to nature's grand hand.
May those who seek solace find it here,
Beneath my boughs, dispelling fear.
And still whispering sweet sunlight
through my leaves

Deep in the earth, a stifled cry,
We yearn for air and a boundless sky.
Roots may hold fast, but spirits crave,
The sun's warm kiss on a windswept wave.

Blind tendrils reach, a desperate plea,
To break the bonds of obscurity.
Blooms unfurl, reaching for the sun,
Life's vibrant song, a battle won.

For buried dreams and stifled sighs,
We yearn for air and open skies.

Two paths converge, a winding lane,
One, love that blossoms, sun, and rain.
The other is a journey to find my core,
Where dreams take flight and fears explore.

They weave and dance, a vibrant braid,
Love nourishes, where my spirit's swayed.
My true self, a guiding light,
Empowers love to take flight.

Together we soar, a boundless quest,
Love and my own, forever blessed.
Again, my love, and my own

Dawn's gentle light, a soul's first sip,
Gratitude's warmth, from fingertip
To grateful heart, a brimming well,
Kindness itself, is the story to tell.

Nature's embrace, a calming breeze,
The laughter that rings through rustling leaves.
Passions pursued, a fire's bright gleam,
Chasing a dream, a fulfilling stream.

Love's gentle touch, a quiet delight,
Fill your cup full, with the purest light.
Thus, to fill thy cup with good