Wednesday, July 16, 2014

A POEM FROM MY JOURNAL.

Forms of life


Flowers are in full bloom as their pollen travels in the air like mystical dust,
Enticing the humming bees to drink out of their sweet,milky nectar.
Happy to be alive, and be a part of life itself.

Trees are swaying back and forth
In the soft blowing winds.
Happy to be alive, and be a part of life itself.

The sound of kids laughing in the distance
As they grab their single dollars out of their pockets
Racing to the nearest ice cream stand.
Happy to be alive,and be a part of life itself.

The old wrinkled face peered out of the window with tired eyes.
Wrinkled hands clutching the arm rests on the sides of her rocking chair.
As she closed her eyes and the wind caressed her face,
She drifted to sleep with a wide grin, because she was happy to be alive...and be a part of life itself.



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