Close the curtains to dull the Sun,
Drown all the noise until there’s none.
Unplug the phone and lock the door,
This world you can't face anymore.

Turn off the lights, light a candle,
Calm yourself; let thoughts assemble.
Though happiness has been captured,
There's someone to be remembered.

You were my laughter and my sorrow,
Taken from me, I'm left so hollow.
The days we had were just pure and true,
So filled with a love I always knew.

Time together was perfect but short,
Half of a whole; I’m so out of sort.
You were my drive and ultimate goal,
I've nothing left, just this looming hole.

I’ve always known it would come to this,
And you’d be the one I’d sorely miss.
Though now you’re not standing by my side,
I still have the days you were my bride.

Go now my dear and rest, for all of time,
Live in my dreams as the angel divine.
In the grace of heaven you now explore,
I’ll love you now, and forever more.

Against all better judgment than my own,
I'm going to try, even though I'm alone.
My kit is packed, my hands are steady,
Finally now, I feel so ready.

Aboard the plane I start to worry,
Perhaps I rushed, there is no hurry!
But remember my dream, I dreamt so well,
My face says it all, it's clear to tell.

Words of encouragement pass my mind,
As they weakly accept that adventurous bind.
You wont, you can't, you mustn't even try,
What if worst finds you, you may even die.

Calm your minds and accept the fact,
My life so far, excitement has lacked.
I need to do this, do this I must,
If not in me, in God please trust.

And so I stand here, step one to be stepped,
Aghast what's to become, inside I wept.
But climb I dreamt so climb I will,
After all, it's just another hill.

Months of work and breaking pain,
At last the mountain knows my name.
It just goes to show, no matter your health,
Though others mightn't, have faith in yourself.

Darkness touches everything as if it's a blanket laid down to cover the world.
Fog has thickened the air and made distant lights struggle to be seen.
Coldness heightens my senses as the quiet and crisp air freezes all in sight.
This walk has surely brought calmness and peace to my weary soul.
Great trees scarcely seen amidst the haze tower above and daunt me.
Eyes of the forest watch my every move as I humbly dare to pass.
Yet one light shines down with more overwhelming power than the noon Sun.
A full moon has brightened the dark and punches through the fog.
Oh how I wish I could reach that untouchable, unknowable peace of distance.
My mind wanders for just a moment, it takes me away far from this chaos.
Looking down to a blue marble of Earth, absolute silence heard for a first time.
Breath trembles and heart flickers as my love for the serene is realized.
Tears fill my eyes and I quiver at the thought, I will never know this calm.
Awake now and reality brushes my wish aside, yet this darkness reminds me.
To know peace I must see trouble, without light I won't adore the dark.
Perhaps the world's beauty is enough for me yet, and life's chaos will surely bring me peace.

At the bottom of our world, lies ice and snow,
A place so cold, that no bananas would grow.
Emperor penguins huddle, to beat the chill,
And for the whales food, there is only the krill.

It was first explored, in a time long ago,
But now we have found it, and so now we know.
It's against natures will, but humans live there,
We are not native, and big coats we must wear.

Some plants do grow, but are far and few between,
So only one percent, is the colour green.
Although these challenges, must be overcome,
This wintery world is indeed, home to some.

That is the story of the worlds Southern pole,
It's the milk left, at the bottom of the bowl.

Gazing above heads of my brothers standing in commemoration,
I watch as the sky becomes red, fluttering with poppy leaves.
Silence is deafening as memory escapes the deathly bounds,
There are men and women to be remembered this day of days.
Wind swept watery eyes cling stare into the daylight blackness,
Numb hearts and heavy breaths couple those solemn senses.
Pray. And pray again, for wounded heroes and the mortally lost,
Whose families torn comfort shall not repair to this great despair.
For they, they are deserving.

He comes anon a Summer Sun, to sprinkle trees with dust,
A crackling floor he must adore; he lines the fields with rust.

Leaves a falling are his calling as bareness becomes the trees;
Colour's lost - that is the cost, as he strips the branches with ease.

He's nature's prep for its first step to defeat Winters wrath of cold.
Land made ready, trees a steady; standing together, oh so bold.

To human eye a golden dye becomes the world we live in,
As he dines the beauty shines, brown hue now takes the win.

But time so sweet now must retreat, and put to rest this phantom,
As Winter nears and white appears, and the glow is lost from Autumn.