The clouds looks painted
And the suns light burns a white
In which every colour lives
And inside squints a perfect circle
An inner eye
Which will watch irregardless, over all,
In it's path, it's vision,
All are small
All are
Irregardless.

*And the clouds looked painted

Their words lovingly make a daily appearance
With a new days birth they seem to find a way
Quite like a tremendously beautiful flower
Bringing many gorgeous smiles to life each day

It matters not which heart gives them life breath
Or whose selfless spirit makes them radiantly smile
Their priceless messages are embraced lovingly by many
As within each one you will find a love worthwhile

A daily love which generates an awesome true beauty
A unique one which will stand the test of time
And whether each writer/poet believes it to be true
Their words will age wonderfully like a fine wine

For God has blessed everyone with a taste of bliss
Of His delightfully joyous creative touch divine
And He will allow His sweet happiness to stay
As long as we praise Him in our hearts and minds.

I espied the wisps,
whisper with their lips,
quivering their golden hips,
orbiting blooming tulips,
to provoke me, with their quips.
Taking out an old crock,
stalking behind a rock,
I trailed those glowing beetles,
whiffing the fragrance of myrtles,
skipped across the backyard,
to catch the fireflies, flitting haphazard,
Humming and buzzing, I could hear,
with luminous insects tickling my ear.
Losing my faith, I turned back home
followed by an unknown kith, adventuresome;
He sat on my finger, glimmering with radiance
wish he did linger, while I stood
hypnotised, under nature’s brilliance.