with your orange beak
what will you speak
in the garden green
your feathers pristine
moving around
up and down on the ground
bring about a shape
part of the landscape
flying away
watch him go today
Category: contemplation
Birds in the sky
it wouldn’t be the same
without birds in the sky
singing their songs
Mad Max: The Time Has Come
the time has come
to search for the truth
in an unjust land
leaving behind only doubt
taking the essentials
preparing for the coming onslaught
peace shall be found
when war has been raged
and the landscape ravaged
those that resist enslaved
have now found their freedom
in the one chosen to liberate them
A bird covered sky
late one evening
overhead pasted a flock of birds
they seemed to block out the sky
as it changed
this dawned on me
reflections of time
light to dark
then light returning
a never ending story
See: Footprints in time
Generations in the making
well trodden are these ways
footprints in time leave a path
for the chosen few to follow
along the plain and streams
bridges across rivers
over hills and mountains
different cultures of people
all colours of the rainbow
Lost horizons
Lost horizons
end of days
when all things are depleted
and nothing remains
all hope is gone
the light diminished
and darkness prevails
civilisations breath
as precious as a fallen star
can we hold onto what is lost
passages of the skies
Raised by Wolves
take shelter from the gathering storm
we wait for it to pass
but we know in our hearts
fear prevails
as our surroundings darken
a path is found within
to lead us away to safety
what remains
cannot be unbroken
like a child
fragile to begin with
then as strength returns
so shall we find in ourselves
the depth of courage
against disparity
and awaken a truth
a burden of which we carry
sunshine
sunshine after a cloudy day
fills the sky with light
it is the evening
when the day draws to a close
and night has come
as the stars appear
a puppet show
is played out between
the sun and the moon
and the stars applaud
Roses
In springtime they flower
In summertime they bloom
In autumn they fall
In winter they are gone
Let the rain fall
let the rain fall on me
as I see my future
in a distant land
of neon lights
and concrete dreams
developing each moment
the fathomless beginning
a knowing purpose
transcendent being
Echoes of Life 