I see those greens i see those barks
All those trees all those leaves
Sitting on a bench i say
Its a heaven i wish to stay
I see a pond i see the swans
In this morning i wont yawn
The sun shines in its early rise
Basking in an eerie light
The roses are red the grass so green
Admiring this merry scene
I see the tulip and daisy
Every petal every bud
All dancing so happily
Oh those dews like pretty jewels
Oh those birds like a pirates' crew
Trees oh trees skies oh skies
Would you tell me the reason
I cant help but smile so wide
All this joy i cant hide
Lord oh Lord of heaven o'earth
The king of land The king of skies
Your majesty bless me more
My gratitude forevermore
Bless the skies bless the birds
All the trees All the leaves
All before you we would kneel
We would vow we would bow
Life has now spring and bloom
A ray of hope A ray of light
No despair of a falling knight
I see the ants i see the bees
I see those hives on every tree
Proving me i mustnt flee
From the pains and responsibilities
The night has come As time flees
But this canvas shall paint again
With those colors with those strokes
So let the colors spring and bloom
Let the skies be hues of blue
Spectrum of colors and panorama
Conceits of thrills ,an unending drama
Bless me in a rythem and see
A poem a song in a happy dream.
                      __tsuki no ume~

I once dreamt the mountain could speak—
it called me by every name I've forgotten,
braided moonlight into my throat,
and left dew behind my tongue
as proof I was ever kissed by something ancient.

Now, when I weep,
my tears birth a headwater stream.

It flowed in red
though the dream spun black and white
the green leaves formed my suit,
and the rolling stones my shoes
as if gravity led me—
and the valley summoned me home.

(Part 01)

As the dawn arrived,
the cold breeze
swept the
belt of
yellow sand
with her fragile
delicate fingertips,
till the sun
dipped low
and
melted into
the seas of tears,
for the moon
to take a
flight
into the skies
to have a ballet
with the
stars.

The melodic chirping of crickets filled the air, while the hum of passing engines blended with nature, creating a meditative atmosphere of their own.
She lay there, observing as Mother Nature, the magnificent artist she is, crafted a tapestry of darkness, transitioning day into night.
She drifted in and out of sleep.
In that beautiful, dream-like state,
where one feels suspended between two worlds.
Caught in the liminal space.
The wind caressed her face, and she embraced its gentle touch.
The day had been lengthy, wearing her down.
Still, the night offered its serenity,
and she wrapped herself in it,
finding her solace in its song.

-Rhia Clay

Don’t you worry
It won’t be too long little ones
Basking in your slumber,
Kicking little feet in fleeting dreams,
Covered by the brush,
I’ll protect as a sentinel.

Soon you’ll wake up,
Gather from your burrow
Yawn from the rousing
And look for a treat,
Perhaps a strawberry,
Maybe one of the tomatoes
Perhaps you’ll climb into the bed
Try to Dig for yet-to-be carrots
Maybe even just the tuft of pumpkin leaf?

I’ll watch over you,
Guided hand for when the hawks soar,
Hungered beaks seeking
Like a man to his BBQ meats,
She glides in circles,
Stubborn to retreat,
But not when I watch
Not when I am standing on two feet.

Don’t worry,
As you grow,
Those hoppy legs
Propelling zoomie times
Where you wind up at my side
I am your arboreal sentinel,
Verdant protector.

The world is waking
A cacophony of birds
The sun cracks the sky