A nature enthusiast, and a connoisseur of art, science, and music. Poetry, as well as music, help me to organize my thoughts, and enable me to express myself in a more constructive and creative fashion.
Standing at the peak of the mountain of life, an omniscient view around me. What lies behind me, a troubled past, but a memory inside my head. Where I stand is solid ground, a place to rest my tired mind; And to the skies I see my future shining bright before my eyes.
Today the sky is filled with birds, Tomorrow not a one is heard. The oceans which once teemed with life, Now filled with plastic and oil, running rife.
When the last fish is caught, the last bird is shot, the last tree is cut, will they notice then? When there's no clean water left for them? When there's no food to feed their kin? Only then will they notice, and by then, it will be too late.
A magnificent display of natural art and beauty begins as the cycle of the seasons ensues.
As the autumn leaves prepare for their demise, their vibrant colors decorate the forest, changing from green to gold and orange to a vibrant red, reflecting the sun with the dewdrops that lay upon their emerald faces.
The sun shines through the changing leaves, which glow brightly like enchanted embers as they senesce and fall to the ground, peppering the landscape with the brilliant colors of the seasons end.
And as the sun dips below the horizon, darkness envelopes...
As the seasons change, the trees relinquish their colorful leaves to the ground below, leaving behind a mere skeleton of branches silhouetted against the clear blue sky. Where a land that seemed so vivid and lively once lay, a cold and barren wasteland now lies: a graveyard for the decaying leaves and flowers.
As looming clouds blanket the beautiful blue sky, they offer but a sliver of hope to the hurtful land: a break in the clouds where the light struggles to illuminate the magnificent mountains below. Lightning crashes violently and thunder lets out ferocious roars, while the...
When we first met, you were the match that struck a fire in my veins. You were the key to the lock on my heart that kept my love in chains. You were the one to seek me out, like a guided missile aimed at me. And I was like a candle flame, burning bright as I could be.
But when you left, I felt a pang of ice against my skin; A cold that I have never felt, a cold that burrows deep within. And you became the harshest winter, as the fire within began to die, Extinguishing my flames and leaving smoke to fill my clear blue sky.