Another rainy day
In this month of April showers
The world has turned green again
I am ready for the May flowers
Can it rain every day?
What could that mean?
Would swells fill the bay?
Flood the creeks and streams?
Would we live in a water world?
Would land be in sight?
Like a blanket of water that swirled
Following forever against the moon’s light
Exploring and finding forbidden islands
Via boats and homemade crafts
The water rippling dirt rather than sands
Houses making the deconstructed rafts
Could we live this way forever?
It could be in nature’s design
Mother Nature is quite clever
But this was only in my mind…
It stormed all day yesterday, but it made today so damned beautiful! The sun is shining bright. The birds are singing in the trees. It’s a good day to be alive!
I decided since it was such a beautiful day that I would take some pictures and share them.
Lone daisy sitting in the clay
Thank you so much
For brightening my day!
Skies marbles with the clouds
Above the tree tops
Breath-taking…you take away my sounds
Trees up high above my head
With light shining through its limbs
This would be a great view from my bed!
Little pictures from the place I love
The smile glistens upon my face
The sun showers me from above
Little plant growing mighty and strong
I can’t wait to see you blossom
The world of nature is where you belong
All photos by E.M. Kingston.
Please do not take any of my photographs without asking, and credit must be given when you use them with a pingback and text.
Electrified from the fury of the storm
A lone tree stands under attack
No longer will its limbs be able to form
Once so thick and full of life
It’s roots traumatized by the flash
Dug into the ground bound to strife
Dying little tree with just a jolt
Helpless after the fury of the light
The roots have no hope after that bolt
The tree that stood proud now water drunk
Withering away with each passing day
With its bark laying at its trunk
As I was sitting here attempting today’s daily post, I was having trouble finding a direction. Just when I had backspaced and written and backspaced again, a bolt of lightning struck right outside my window. It was so loud I can still hear it echoing in my ear. It hit a beautiful tree that I spend time looking at when gazing out of my window, so this poem is for that tree.
Gray skies and wispy wind
Bring on the storm
I’m ready to begin
Cowering in the covers of the night
Night moon was hidden
In clouds of chaos
Dropping hail upon the Earth
The tree’s fragile limbs
Snap to the ground
Crushing all beneath
The power flickers
Putting you in the darkness
Lighting candles with a BIC spark
A crash of lighting booms
Close to where you dwell
Taking cover with those you love
Huddled up together strong
Pillows and blankets surround
The thunder shakes the whole town
The sky dropping drips of drizzling rain
Upon my dry face looking towards the sky
Tip tapping upon the skin of my face
As the smell of the fresh air enhances my senses
Drops bouncing off of the tip of my soaked shoes
With my arms reaching out wide to receive the showers
Zip my lips shut to feel the water upon my lips
And opening it back up to taste the freshness
My hair curls with each little, wet breeze
Affixing it to my head as the rain drops faster
In this magical moment, I feel free and alive
Being one with the natural feeling of nature