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Resting In NatureGreen leaves, soft wind,

The gentle whisper of the breeze.

Frogs croak, Birds sing,

The water reflects the warmth of the Sky.

Calm breathing, light sighing,

The boy and the girl lie calmly in the grass.

Midday Mildness, Soft shade,

Trees provide the greatest shields.

Light shifting, kind yawning,

The Lovers stir in their sleep.

A summer day to never forget.

A nature orchestra providing the lightest music.

A day shared, Hands linked,

The lovers sleep in peace.

You always tell me the same storyHe's in love with a scene from the winter
that occurs on a trip to Washington,
when the dark is constant and the trees jog
like legends alongside the highway;

as his eyes fall half-sleep but his senses remain
taut and vigilant, sweating on the wheel,
pitching nerve to the sound of branches cracking,
bristling under his wind-torn jacket;

the time of evening when the sunset rests
at its very highest, bright and sudden as Heaven,
an aureate glow around the birdsongs,
the stench of roadkill muted by a golden frost;

a taste of nirvana,
an instruction of faith,
the blatant existence of God,

lost as soon as he rounds the bend.

On days like thisOn days like this,
I like to think
About just how lucky I am.

How lucky I am
To have food
And a roof over my head.

How lucky I am
To have a beating heart
And air in my lungs.

How I lucky I am
To even have been born.
Imagine...

Out of every sperm and egg,
And every unknown miscarriage,
I survived. We all did.

That in itself is amazing.
Then add on that life itself
Is amazing and wonderful.

How many systems
Must work in tandem
To keep me alive?

If one single DNA strand
Were to replicate wrong
My life would be irreparably damaged.

If my temperature is off
By just the variance between in and out,
I die.

These things astound me.
Every c

RandomSiren sing me that beautiful
song of love, death and tragedy.
of war that was outplaced by love
are other things. Oh siren sing me
that song that has kept you singing,
the song that kept you breathing, the
song that every man, woman and child
would like to hear.

Wishing for WingsI was born a caterpillar...
Plump and cute and green.
You might think it would be great,
But that was not my dream!

Every day the birds came
The prettiest of things.
Though they want to eat me,
I can't help but watch those wings!

Every night I wish
On the first star in the sky
Please oh please just give me
Wings so I can fly!

In the morning I'd wake up
And through the trees I'd climb...
If I had wings I wouldn't crawl,
A dumb inch at a time.

I never stopped the wishing,
I never gave up hope...
Then happened this strange thing...
Did not think I could cope!

All the sky still left to see...
And mother tells me "Dear,"
"It's time for you t

The OceanNo words, pictures, or videos could ever describe or come close to capturing the essence of the ocean.

There is something undeniably enchanting about the ocean,
with its waves like stampeding horses and clean, glorious smell.

To think;
Of the history painted on the ocean.
The scenes of romance painted by it's shores,
The bloody massacres from wars ancient and modern,
The tradgedies imprisoned on it's floors.

To think;
Of the creatures who inhabit it's untamed waters,
A vast variety of creatures of all shapes and sizes.
They crawl in deep abysses,
Or elegantly swim through wide waters.

Many witches claim to have hold over the ocean,
Man

Morning CallMorning Call
Sudden shower
Lying half-awake in bed
The soft, tender form of my darling touching me
To my delight, the trill of the bugle
The tumult of the rifles
Had been stilled by the rain
The only sound i heard
Through the soft, quiet swish of my fan
Was the soft and silent swish of the late summer rain
I lay in bed to listen
Until 9 AM

The Song of the WolfEnlighten me, moon
For your beauty gives me strength
Enlighten me, stars
For your vastness across the sky gives me freedom
Enlighten me, earth
For your energy gives me life
Enlighten me, universe
For I am the Great Wolf

This Strange LandThis strange land

Where the breeze kisses my skin
And runs its cool fingers
Through my hair.

Where the long grass ripples
Against the wind
Like the gentle waves of a sea.

This strange land

Where the trees stand tall and mighty
With arms reaching over the gravel path
As if attempting to grab me.

Where the pines huddle closely together
Whispering amongst each other
In a language I do not understand.

This strange land

Where the sweet voices of birds
Paint the wind
With vivacious tunes

Where a heartbeat is heard
From within the earth
Vigorous, spirited

And alive.

My Mother's Day Gift: A Story of a MotherThis Is a Story of a mother, a mother of humble orgins who toiled hard under the hot Dominican Sun as a poor farm girl.
Armed with a dream she moved to America with hopes for a better life.
With great ambition she worked hard in school and and worked hard in employment. During that time she found the man of her dreams, one who shares her own.
They marry and supported each other in their quest to make their dreams come true. Both working in between school.
Soon they had a child, to embody their dreams. Even with death threatening to take their child their resolve and will was unwavering. Through prayer and faith their child lived.
The mother continued her work in school and soon graduated. She soon got a job that gave her family the edge to advance in society and not know poverty.
This mother became mentor, confidante, friend, and parent to what became her children. Because of her wisdom and guidance, she now has a child in college, her eldest a graduate, a

Lonely Girl and Her WillowLonely Girl was her name, the name she came to take,
She looked around with a frown and said, “I need a break.”
The grass would dance, the sky was blue, whenever she came to see,
The lively green old crying scene, her tall old weeping willow tree.
Her notes would travel far away, up into the clouds,
And made her set aside her upset mind into joyous shrouds.
Underneath its shadows, the years began to flee,
“Why does it seem my only dream always slips away from me?”
Lonely Girl was done, the title went away,
She skipped and hopped, she zipped and zopped with others in her play.
Yet never letting go, the girl held to the

light is dark and dark is lightHave you eaten from the fruits of insanity?
have you not yet bitten into the bitter sweet fruit of sins that lay upon truth?
or are you still living in the safety of a lye,
for I have moved on
while you are still hiding in the blackness of the day
I am bathing under the light of the shade
and though you are blind by the hellish suns rays
I can see
So I will take you by the hand and lead your wandering soul down the proper path of darkness
not the path of son and truth but the path of lies death and gloom
for this is the path of safty
this path was built for you...

The Beast In The Yellow CapeWandering the plain,
The breeze seems calm,
A drink from a river,
Should do no harm.

Hooves step quickly,
On the sun-lit ground,
Nose sniffs the air,
As water is found.

It stops to observe,
The place it once drank,
The area seems safe,
So it approaches the bank.

Patience is crucial,
Safety should come first,
But the creature was young,
And overwhelmed by thirst.

Ears perked up high,
Head lowered to drink,
It was knocked off it's feet,
In less than a blink.

There was no escape,
No matter how much it pushed,
Then it lay still,
As it's neck was crushed.

The creature was dragged away,
It's mouth fell agape,
It had lost the battle,
To the be

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by ~Yellowneoy, Apr 26, 2009, 4:07:58 PM
Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

A slight chill runs through you
when the first drop hits your hand.
A laugh builds up inside of you
as the rain starts pouring down.

When the first drop hits your hand
you stare in wonder at the sky.
As the rain starts pouring down
you reach down to touch the ground.

You stare in wonder at the sky
as the rain falls steadily.
You reach down to touch the ground
and feel the water running through your fingers.

As the rain falls steadily
you lay in the rushing stream
and feel the water running through your fingers
as the water washes over you.

You lay in the rushing stream,
a laugh builds up inside of you.
As the water rushes over you,
a slight chill runs through you.

Rainby ~Yellowneoy

Literature / Poetry / Nature / Free Verse

I had to write three poems for school, and yeah, this is one of them... it had to be like that, where the lines are repeated in a certain way, i forgot what it was called though... but whatever.... i wrote it after i played in the rain with my friend, about a week ago i think...

~LonelyCanary228 Jul 6, 2010

Rather hypnotic.

I could definitely envision rain falling on me - the way it looks, feels, smells, and sounds - while reading this.

~Yellowneoy Jul 7, 2010

~Moontress124 Jun 6, 2010

PS i still loooove this

~Yellowneoy Jun 7, 2010

yaaay! ^^

~Moontress124 Jun 29, 2010

~Moontress124 Jun 6, 2010

yaargy shmaargy it still says putting in he first line!!! fix it, woman! fix iiiiit!!!

~Yellowneoy Jun 7, 2010

wait whaaaat needs to be fixed?? you confuses me...

~Moontress124 Jun 29, 2010

it still says putting instead of pouring!

~Yellowneoy Jun 29, 2010

not anymore it doesnt

~Moontress124 Jun 30, 2010

joy! my annoying grammaticalness has been quelled!

hehehehe. i said QUELLED!

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