i want to watch the sun bloom from the earth i want to watch the moon rise in the sky i want to lay down in an empty field in the dark and look up at the stars i want to watch the world be set on fire with color of the setting sun i want to see the reflection of clouds on a still lake i want to find shiny rocks in the sand but these are just small wishes that hide in the back of my ruined mind behind the boxes filled with words of telling me that I'm not good enough
welp that came way too easily i'm so tired this week ***** at least tomorrow's friday
nature has an assignment to wake up the seasons seasons have their own special way this should be performed birds chirping and singing in tune with the sun rising annual blooming of the desert cactus and flowers melting of the snow in higher elevations water gaining speed down rivers and streams waters that will fill lakes, ponds, and reservoirs trees are regaining leaves and providing shade for the ground below all in the name of life succession nature has its way...
Ivy climbs gnarled knotted trunks Darker lines and streams divide where white wool digs below tufts of heather and tall tipped reeds Calm flat lakes vacate Pale hues of birch become rocky barren lands of moss and brown broken bracken Thick conifers multiplied for miles The mountain side tipped with ice Houses change like the hedgerow from new to old Some unfurnished whilst others glow
the raised lakes of Beijing are fitted with the finest glass walls parents go there to unload their unwanted children the squids of the lakes grab hold of the children, hug them adopt them teach them to breathe people walk by, pay no attention but the glass walls are built tall wiped clear to the point where i can’t help but to notice. the orange plumed tentacles grown straight from the children’s backs pulsing like a flame like a phoenix like a poppy’s bloom smeared by the color of the water’s haze or the tourist’s awe-shot eyes.
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Hey **! Oh my ghosh! What a day this is. Lightning streaks across the sky, The clouds clap and roar, Little lakes bubble with joy, The rivers rumble gaily down the mountains. Not to mention, The trees stand with limbs akimbo, Drenching from leaves to roots in the lovely rain, The birds cuddle in their nests, All sing tra la la la......................... For its raining, raining,raining.