Come On Get Up

When you are sad
Get up and look at the sun
When you are crying
Get up and look at the stars
When you are hurting
Get up and look at Mother Nature
When you can't go on
Get up and remember those that went before you
When you want to give up
Get up and remember that you
have your own destiny

Believe

It’s one of those days
Still in the midst of winter
Skies gray and cloudy
Air cool and damp
Clouded over
People are moving slowly
Streets are empty
Cafés are full
People getting breakfast
Slowly sipping coffee
Clouded over
Warm beds are tempting
Heavy blankets and jackets
Cups of hot tea with lemon
Soothe the body and soul
Hard to get moving
Clouded over
Looking for that ray of sun

Search your heart
Find the meaning of love
Find your destiny
Find comfort and care
Find where you belong
Find kindness
Find tolerance
Find what you were searching for
Find the best in people
Find beauty
Find why you are here
Search your heart

Mornings
When it’s quiet
Peaceful
Are sacred
Times of stillness
When the soul
Is most present
It’s those times
When we find
Our true self
When the chaos of life
Subsides
Music is also a key
So is nature
To sacred times
They are precious
Like a rare jewel
Treasured
Always

You and the lights of Paris
Walking along the Seine
Holding hands
Taking in the beauty
Of the moment
It’s sublime
Admiring the lights
As they glimmer
Like diamonds
Creating a mood
Of love and romance
Never wanting to let go
You and the lights
Of Paris
Forever entwined
In the threads of life
And love
Always

Sitting in a café
Watching the people
Talking and smiling
People from everywhere
Languages of the world

Watching the staff
Coming and going
Bringing orders
Like an orchestra
Languages of the world

People on their phones
Eating and drinking
Texting and talking
Laughing
Languages of the world

Baked goods on display
Beautiful desserts
Smells of things baking
People buying bread
Languages of the world

Street scene playing outside
People out and about
Bright sun shining down
Blue sky dotted with clouds
Languages of the world

It was a crisp day
In the beginning of the season
The sun was bright blue with a dotting of a few white clouds

There was cold hanging in the air
It was bitter to the skin
People were huddled in
their warm clothes
Seeking something to take away
the chill
Streets were less busy
The weather keeping them away