Love that is so blessed
Her petals soft and gentle
Strength of love expressed
Glides across the murky pond
Yet shines with light so fair
Special bloom of tenderness
This beauty that is rare
for all the world to see
Flower gift of ages
In strength she does deceive
To fill the pond with grace
Like woman of great passion
She shines with love embraced
Sits in regal splendor
For all the world to see
Maiden strong with beauty
Yet gentle as can be.
Her radiance renown
Freshness and sweet mystery
Her petals are her crown.
photos and words to give peace, strength, and quietness in a world of rush.
There's a "Miracle called Friendship" that dwells within the heart,
And you don't know how it happens or when it gets its start ..
But the happiness it brings you always gives a special lift,
And you realise that "Friendship" is God's most precious gift!!
If we look after the land the collective life
force will endure.
If we build our monuments without harmony
we will destroy the spirit.
We are with the land one.
Palm filled gorges in which to hide lying on a flat rock
listening to the sound of running water as silent pademelon wallabies
muster courage for adventures on the outside.
Distant shade-dappled mountains glisten in summer rain and deep inside
vibrant flocks of scarlet birds round wheel like circus acrobats round
tangled vines for all the world like skaters in an ecstasy taken to the trees.
By night cacophonies of bright green frogs let all be known of amorous intentions and big-eyes silent creatures move with confidence and grace.. .. marvel creating mystery.
Fireballs hang, as cobalt blue slowly turns to gold, and beneath a darkened understory black shapes hop, fly, stride, drift in liquid mirrors of the sky.
A scorching sticky day ends as cool winds caress hot skin.
And now once lonely skies slowly shift their paper-cotton sculptures, grey upon grey, barred orange , dappled pink, flushed vermillion to a close a day.
Swan song, wind song,
mirror of the sky,
what adventure do you tempt,
what secrets do you hide,
drifting past chest out,
head high, puffed with pride!
Your silent songs are past and drifting mere reflections, now wind-ruffled, teasing me with memories, ragged fragments faraway in time.
