Gracefully swaying in the wind with branches stretched out far and wide. The Willow tree whips too and froe. Dancing in the breeze, giving way to the force of nature. It shows how to overcome adversity. When confronted with the storms of life, you must learn to bend but not yield. As the Willow that is firmly rooted, so must you be. Carried through the tumultuous Gale. Tossed and tried, but in the end coming out the other side. Having weathered the storm. Though a few branches may be broken , the roots that hold you firmly in place are in tact. As the Willow so must we be, in order to survive, recover and grow beyond what ever storm life may send our way.

I look around as i see it now
They're all so low and i cant see how
They can be stuck in a silent place
To and froe at steady place

Oh love come back to me now
A sudden shot
and I don't know how

I'm in love with the human race
I see hope in every face
Oh love don't leave me now
disappear and I forget how

To see the light in every soul
When on and on we steadily go
To get to a brand new place
It's all the same at this broken pace

Oh love come back to me now
What set it off
And Can i learn how

To control the state I'm in
When waters roll I'm tumblin
that fire it needs some fuel
It doesn't want to be a tool

But what of they that's all they are
Backs bent and wishing on stars

Rainbows in the night sky, pathways to some mystic plain of existence. Northern lights dance and dip through the vast open darkness. Like a divine ribbon being played by a child, it tosses itself too and froe. A spectacle to be observed in the waste of cold and unforgiving lands. It reminds the heart of what wonder can be. Opening the imagination to tales of the divinity of our origins. Mattering not what you may believe those to be. It sings with a voice beyond the ability of human ears to hear. Serenading the universe as it billows round the northern sphere. What a wonder the northern lights are to see.

The words of a fearful mother,

"Never let feet wonder under the bed,
those not seen linger there,

But of innocence do child's eyes of wonderment
perceive all that they see, but fingers lie static in
waiting for unfearful ones that sway there little
toes upon the drapes covering the shadows beneath
the bed. Hushed tones converge underneath in silence.

As fingers encroach from obscurity, heeding the
random movements that innocence sings to the air.
Like a viper mimicking its wandering,  delaying until
it impersonates their movements, then the masquerade falls.

A momentary murmur of what was there, now an echo
fading as a mother search's with despair, but the covering
wonders too and froe, Then she knows her baby is lost.The room
is now vacant but a shadow lingers where the bed once laid..

Hear the silver bells ring out. Hear their echo from building and mountainside. Hear the sound of children singing filled with joy and mirth. Listen to the whispering wind as it blows up newly fallen snow. Hear the sound of young couples hearts as they skate on a frozen pond and draw close together just to keep warm. Hear the sound of ice cracking on evergreen trees as they sway too and froe. Listen to jingle bells on a horse pulling a sleigh. Hear the crackling of a fire in a chimney not so far away. All wrapped up in coats and scarves, let are hearts immerse themselves in the winter song that has gone unheard too long.

The light of the sun comes down in chutes of gold as it finds it's way between the branches of giants. The ancient trees stand as sentinels reaching to the sky and marking time of everything that happens around them. Lesser plants adorn the forest floor and share space as each reaches for the golden rays of light. Ferns sit side by side with Blueberry plants as they grow silently in the shadow of the trees. Well worn trails can be seen between the sparse vegetation running between the might trees too and froe. If you sit on a rock and watch quietly, you may catch a glimpse of a fawn drinking from a cool stream as it winds it's way through a gully or rocky bed onward to the sea. A few moments in the heart of nature gives a soul perspective and lets you relate to how much a part of the world you really are.

In an array of bright colors in the light of the morning sun, when the cool air begins to fade and the fog lifts leaving dew drops on the petals of flowers that form a tapestry of color. The sky becomes bright with layers of color as butterflies rise on warm air. Swirling too and froe in the wisp of air, they leap from flower to flower taking great care. They land on dew drops that hang like jewels glistening in the days new light. As they finish on one blossom they rise to seek another, creating a winged rainbow as they dodge in and out between one another. Thus is a symphony formed on the warm summer breeze, with the dance of the butterflies and they live for a beautiful short moment in the sun.

I walk in the cool of a fall day. I am filled with unnatural warmth as I watch children dance and play. As they dance to and froe through piles of colorful leaves. I have to keep looking over to make sure you didn't leave. Even though I feel the softness and warmth of your hand. It seems so faint to me, missing you would be more than I could stand. Since the first time I saw your angelic smile, I have lost my heart. You took it from me from the very start. Now with each moment I come to realize, just how empty my life was before you were by my side. I am lost in the felling of your love that I now hold deep inside. I can see our future every time I gaze into your eyes. I see years passing with a family and you and I turning old and grey. I know that I am not imaging it, it is as real as a sunny day. So I will hold on tightly to you and thank the stars above, that the fates decreed that I should be given an angle to love.

When the sea rages and the night wind blows oh so cold. The master waits for you to come and call. On the water he walked to meet his disciples. In the hold of the ship he lay fast asleep. When they feared they would perish, their souls he did keep. He spoke to the wind and the raging storm. Then the sun did shine and there was a great calm. No matter what you are going through or how the tempest tosses you to and froe. Know that he is there in the storm with you.

Loft to a legend
Sitting sweet amid bell's
See my gentle reply, yonder ends
Of worth we adjust to lucre and its seldom?

Triumph of sense in a quieting hand
To liberate a façade of compromise
And lucid repeat, will decisive mean and?
And can a whole heart of simplicity in the way, seek wise?

Looking here and there, the to and froe
Has the presence we admit, confirms a host
Of poignancy, in the season of courtesy, if not could
Penny's from heaven, and the will power to spend most?

Legend?
And the stir of voice in my open regards...
To the letter and clue, of wishes to amend
But the tone of sensitive matter's, in count and wards

Is a belief in vice so tender, that we know the might?
Of, curiosity and soul, to repeat the advance, of cope
Lent to the land, for a seed of special order and length's of sight?
Like the voice of order over chaos and many over more, we choose hope

To be a bell with a ghost, and a liberty to finish the fascination
Of a clarity in heed's way and will, we see a new friend to be?
Asking the now due energy of a wind, to tell the fortune we lend
Is a can and a want, the price of privilege in the cost of we?