In the Rafters
In the Rafters |
Green Owl on wood board
Breeze
Swaying breeze,
I watch as you whisk the flowers
nonchantly to dance.
How they sway against their wishes.
To be still and graceful
their aim in life.
But they are rendered to tatters,
their gowns in shred,
they lay a sorrowful sight
as a fallen ballerina.
Joyce Gale (c) 2002
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In a Flower
Tulips sway in a murmur
of a breeze
so fine, and stately.
Orange, yellow, red
a statement of vibrance,
like waxed sculptures
only devised by nature
to Gods glory.
I sit and participate
on a brief canvas of reality,
as the sun beams
its warmth, thy open.
Saluting with praise
their riches
Only devised by nature
to Gods glory.
Joyce Gale (c) 2003
midi copyright New Hope Music.
