Poem: Peaceful World 

It seems a peaceful world 

with rabbit clouds gazing

and mockingbirds singing

crisp hymnals

It seems a peaceful world 

as the lime green 

endorfin drenched runner

appears happy to be done 

And the leaves

blow harmony 

to the gentle fingers of wind

It seems a peaceful world 

as the golden melt

of the pouring sun

slips down on

waiting waters

glazing it with riches


It seems a peaceful world 

as it wakes


ready to start 


Wake Up!

The seeds of growth may be dormant for a long time. They may lay beneath layers of a thick and seemingly impenetrable bedrock for them to blossom. Maybe it’s years, through hardships that threaten to destroy them as they stay nestled quietly in the dark. 

Then one day it is time for them to come forth into the daylight. Time to wake up, shake off the baby fat and smile at the sun. 

It’s then that all that time spent ruminating about what it was going to be can come to fruition. It’s time to be one’s big beautiful self.

So that seed can grow now, no matter how long it’s been resting, into something great, wonderful, individual, lovely and precious. 

Here’s to all the seeds out there: wake up! It’s your time to live.