Without rain/water flowers die. Without compassion/love humans “die”. Love in some form is essential emotionally. Some may say that is not true. But I believe it’s truer than one might think.
Rain and Compassion
Tag: nature
Yard Work by L. M. Montes
As the rain blew down I stood and pouted,
the sun refused to show or be outed,
grass grew up,
and stood corrupt,
I had to cut it because it sprouted.
There stood a barberry bush with pickers,
it grabbed my shirt and everyone snickered,
I took the shears,
there were no tears,
as the pointed picker bush stood tapered.
Autumn leaves changed color then floated down,
nature now stood bare with a winter frown,
they couldn’t stay,
or forever lay,
so rakes whisked by to gather piles of brown.
Layers by L. M. Montes
Beauty flowed from inner roots,
conveying sweet smelling fruits
of sunshine, smiles, and words,
you frowned on joy
and plucked what did annoy,
but the beauty cascaded onward
kissing cheeks instead of shrinking
with thoughtless worded thinking.
You cut and chopped,
there’s nothing left,
just ground and soil
where beauty once sat,
but did you get the soul inside
where beauty actually does reside,
the layers you may peel,
but beauty you cannot steal.
The Eyes of Heaven by L. M. Montes
The eyes of heaven
shine like winking, blinking stars
forever watching.
Love shoots arrows straight
into hearts of human souls,
ebbing and flowing.
Yard Flowers
He’s There by L. M. Montes
Weather tempests mock and scowl,
grabbing with windy fingers, push and howl,
through it all our focus be,
on Him above who gives to me,
but sometimes we forget,
how life can get us wet,
turn away and look to nothing,
or stand and pray for hope or something,
just know that in your prayer,
God is with you, yes, He’s there.
Nature’s Haiku by L. M. Montes
A lone flower wilts,
Sun shifts beams smiling upon
its petals giving life.
Rain pelts earthly growth,
too much washes life away,
leaves mud it its wake.
Bright skies lift spirits,
breezes sing sweet songs of joy,
now warmth reigns anew.
Woosh of waves soften
sleepy sand as it hastens
building dunes upright.
Dreamy pink hazy
lands of slumber kiss eyelids
closed as night reclines.
The Walk by L. M. Montes
I walk with you on a warm summer’s day
along a vast mountainside
watching life’s jewels below in the breeze
of the winds hands,
birds rise gracefully and float away,
they wave goodbye as wings clap against clouds.
And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.
The trees lie silent in morning’s mist
that outlines the light sea green horizon.
Echoes of yesterday, gently carried
by dewy spring scents,
wafting gracefully across the valley’s vast
expanse lying quietly
beneath the jagged white capped masters.
And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.
On winter’s ice with you I sail,
sweetly gliding, smoothly sliding,
the mirror beneath reflects our souls
and tells our story of long ago.
Around around we spin and swirl
with winter’s white diamonds
falling gently as we twirl.
And you say to me I love you
as you hold my hand so near,
and I say to you I love you
as we hold each other dear.
Judging and Goodness
Judge nothing and no one. Look for goodness in all things, and goodness will find you.
WRITE TIME AND AGAIN 