It all comes from the heart
And the enlightening of the mind
Composing lines of art
Under mysteries of the kind...
It may be a relief from grief

Birds fluttering their wings aroun
Quickly descend onto this ground
To comfort an exhausted silent Be
That’s deprived of that blossoming
The little birds encircle the Bee

Bright sunlight
Flooding the hill
Mirroring that river
Of pure, crystaline water.
Sublime silence

A feeling of nostalgia
Seems to stay
Overwhelmingly
A flash of sweet melody
Brightens the day

It’s a hot starry night
On the seashore
A glimmering stare
Wishes it would approach
The lighthouse ever more.

Soft rain drops falling on the gro
Celestial blessings around
Purifying the atmosphere
Offering us much joy here.
Trees, animals and everyone

Waves kissing the pebbled shore
Gazed at me and asked:
“Shall we see your boat no more?”
Contemplating the blue sky
I responded with a sigh:

They stand still in majesty
The abundant green foliage
Covers them with beauty
Worth a rime of Coleridge.
They are bathed in sunlight

Found across a beautiful seashore
Brought by waves of scientific lo
It spreads its shine wonderfully
In angles of light and glee.
Its shape wasn’t crafted round

It is an ongoing witness
It even was so
Before we were born...
It is a close companion
Sometimes we don’t notice it