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“Bird of Paradise, feather among leaves, To the earthy soil I am bound and tied. Anchored by claws of roots and weighty sheaves, My spirit flies among the birds that glide. My sprawled pinions verdant, tail feathers pied, A crest of orange crowned is my disguise. As winds breathe hope and new life, then subside, Seeds are sown and grown right before my eyes. My vision is centered, strong are my arms, I feed the hungry and withstand their sting, I greet the sunrise, and bathe in rainstorms. Wildflowers fret and speak of blight all spring, But Paradise shuns foreboding such plight. Proud is my nature, I stand strongly bright.”

“Below cascading breaths of storming sighs Shudder the petals of the desert skies; Gentle blossom, nestled flame atop thorns Savors languid sunbeams after gust storms, Breeze parted clouds afford warmth to the bud Softly caressing limbs windswept in mud, Draped spider tinsel on pin blades verdant Peacefully swing in the mellowed current, As raised arms pine for the sun’s strengthened gaze That’s nurtured generations long lost days, From arid desert sands, to seeds in soil From rainfall of winter, to summer’s toil, Stemmed firm to withstand changing tides time brings Cactus being ‘neath the winds flowing wings.”

“Gleaming rays gently shine upon nature. Summer has passed the seasonal baton onto Autumn’s cooling hands. But swirling lightly, between the changing leaves, hints of warm summer breezes softly linger in the air. Tender whispers of days under the blazing sunlight, when bees and butterflies danced for the sweet scent of ripened berries, and verdant leaves flourished on the Mulberry.”

“Strive in stride like the resilient wildflowers that begin each day by turning to face the rolling sunrise. Even when the weight of the world has cemented their original path, they still rise through cracks in the sidewalk to find the sun and shine, never putting off until tomorrow because they inherently know, now’s the time. For it is with every sunrise that hope is born for change with new opportunities to make dreams come alive”

“Tired eyes repose, yet in dream attune Better days ahead, agrees the evening’s wise moon, As the chorus of stars rise, twinkle, and festoon. I’ve faced the darkness with light and with love; Fallen to the sun, then risen above, Whether storming rain, or enduring tide; I’ve never humbled behind clouds to hide. Don’t cower to fear, and never lose sight, Your power of will exceeds any plight.”

“Who'd have thought our road would be so long when we started this ride together Facing every storm by standing strong for worse or for better Making memories with every passing day that will last us a lifetime And even in the darkest of days your love makes me shine Now under the summer moons sky lost in the sparkle in your eyes So many things I want to say to you but no words would ever do Here in this moment, I just want to love you”

“Lemon quince gently adrift at sunrise, Sweet harbinger, warmth will grace the near days. Playful breezes spin to catch fragrant sighs, From blooming buds rustling, soft floral sways, Nestled betwixt mighty branched leaves of green, Starry white petals uncoil, one by one; Stretching to drench in rays of late spring’s scene, Fanned floral saucers revive, ‘neath the sun. A strong gust shivers the splendid display, Dusting blissful, dulcet notes through the air; Wayward leaves wander, and scatter astray, Like weightless flutter of butterfly flair. Tumbling relics of a burgeoned giant, Magnolia renewed, abloom, defiant.”

“A single day is not enough, to honor all that’s you; You gave me a lifetime, a gift to which none can compare. A million stars, with all their might, could never shine so true; As your pure heart, and lovely smile, when speaking words of care. Nurturing hands, you brought up life, maternal sacrifice, When days of darkness set, you help to see the dawn gleam. You’re the strength I lean on, when my own does not suffice, Wisdom laden grace, you’ve shown the light for much to be seen. So I’ll take this day, to speak loud from heart, of all that’s true; I love you, mom. Is all I’ll say, for nothing more will ever do.”

“On city harp strings ‘neath cotton ball clouds, Pigeon to pigeon their stories they sing, Wafting flocks gather in soft, cooing crowds; Amid rush traffic, a prelude to spring, One with their nature, harmony within, Above street clatter, perched, resting their bones, Primed for the vernal bounty to begin, Soothing the clamor with light, dulcet tones; Whiffs of smog-filled drafts like bellows pulse through, Unfazed are they by our mad world of haste, The calm bevy awaits winter’s adieu, Unconsumed by thoughts of no time to waste, Nature presides with unshakable pride, The seasons shall turn with a feather’s glide.”

“A new week has commenced, and we face new days filled with experiences yet to be discovered, and moments yet to be adventured, some good and some inevitably challenging. As we look forward to the week, let’s take heed from one of the many big lessons the smaller things in nature provide, and strive in stride like the resilient wildflowers that begin each day by turning to face the rolling sunrise.”

“Nature has taken a deep autumnal breath, and with gusting sighs of relief has shed away the year’s heft that’s now in the rear view. Tumbling away with strewn leaves are the remnants of days gone by. Storms have been weathered, dry spells overcome, and harsh winds survived, nature is now moving forward stronger. With newly sown seeds hope is laying dormant ready to forge ahead in the ethereal sunlight, come spring. Not loosing a beat, but rising back up rejoining the rhythm and restarting the journey. A beautiful lesson in resilience at play.”

“Soft warbles echo notes that rise and drown, In the waltz of the breeze through rusty leaves, From the highest tree bough, upon its crown, Drifting regards resound with tuneful ease, As the dust of autumn sweeps on it’s vale, A mockingbird sings in the sun’s lulled glow, Ballads for time as it spins a new tale, Drama in its pose and flair in its flow, So charms the songster with hundreds of tunes; For vast spread wings behold more than their share, The countless dawns and passing many moons Have guided its flights with no sight to spare; Yet new trails await with new sights to see, Each recount sung with unflawed mimicry.”

“Like a favorite song, old dreams keep on playing in my mind They've waited for so long, for their time to finally arrive I do believe now's the time, I've gone years and years without really living Minding squeaky wheels just giving and giving And dreaming, Like wildflowers growing through sidewalk cracks The weight of the world makes 'em change their tracks To find, the sun, and shine Now, now, now's the time”