Seems I missed a few days again :), but today I am here and will enjoy my reading. Wishing you all a wonderful Sunday!
Hugs, Trish.
Small droplets of sprinkling water tumbles quietly to the ground
All the while that it is hitting it is not making a solitary sound
All around wee pixies, fairies, and water nymphs playfully dance
Wound up in nature’s spell and still in love with all the romance.
Above the tiny dancers, a large spreading tree protects their spot
Away from the dangerous world of big people who are not taught
To understand what little gifts are hidden, tucked away in place
Or even what might invade them, from the planets in outer space.
Enchanting music beats to the pounding upon hard native drums
As, almost invisible, they enjoy their calm open-minded freedoms
All the while, waiting for the human species to know and understand
That there is more to life then power, but it’s solely in God’s hand.
Patience Is A Virtue 1 Of Few Many Humans Even Have,i.e. I Want Not Need,I Take(Steal) Not (Earn) Work For It, I Love (Molest) Little Children,If I Rape Woman She'll Cut My Balls Off, I Could Go On n On, But Why You Wrote Outstanding TRUTH!
And,You Wonder Why Meek(Weak) Will Inherit The(Satans Holy Hell) EARTH!
Across the Forling is the fourth book in the fifteen book series, The Adventures of Lord Belmundus, a remarkable tale of others worlds, strange customs, beauty and warfare; and, in its grips, lands a young celebrity, who has the chaps to play the man
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poem with excellent message!luv ya;-)!!!
And,You Wonder Why Meek(Weak) Will Inherit The(Satans Holy Hell) EARTH!
TRASK
Love Tinka
Wonderful write, Trish.
Love the art...
Lurve ya!
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This is sooooo beautiful. Both the picture and the poem.
As I have interpreted this piece. I found this to be metaphoric, this poem can be read in more than one way.
This is so well-crafted. Wonderful work indeed!
Sandie May Angel :o)