When we protect nature, we protect ourselves. When we kill or hurt it, we are also hurting ourselves.
Can Good come from Bad
If springs from winter rise,
can the Anemones
Be Reckoned up?
If night stands first - then noon
This poem is about the changing seasons from summer to fall.
Make Your Bed
I couldn’t help but gravitate to this poem, seeing that I now make multiple beds on a daily basis.
"THAT IT WILL NEVER COME AGAIN"
This poem reminds me of two things; One, the movie, The Polar Express, where the boy had to Believe in Santa in order to hear the sleigh bell ring.
OH SUMPTUOUS MOMENT
Oh Sumptuous moment
That I may gloat on thee -
'Twill never be the same to starve