The Seed and the Sea

Upon the high seas of despair and doubt
there floats a mustard seed amongst the waves.
The soil it seeks but finds not to sprout.
For shelter it finds not in rocks or caves
Yonder shores seem to only be a dream
As the tempest winds blow against its will,
the storm yields not to bleak hopes and esteem
Adrift in darkness its soul filled with chill
But every squall in time must subside
and through the current its path be bound
Gently swayed, the seed driven by the tide
The sway of the trees are a joyous sound
    And upon the gentle beaches finds land
    Its roots become buried within the sand.

Authors' note:

I do apologize if this one is a little rough, I might go back and explore this concept later.  This was my hand at attempting to write a sonnet which admittedly, structured poetry really isn't my forté, however I am working on changing that.  I will probably revisit this concept again sometime.

The Rainforest

What do I hear among those great trees?
A bird upon its nest, feeding its young.
A busy workshop called Hive full of bees.
An aardvark eating ants with it’s long tongue.
Soft and humid wind blowing through the leaves green.
One hears the little feet thump: the rain.
The whispers of many insects ser’nade.
Pandas on the ground munching bamboo cane.
And ants acting as Mother Nature’s maid.
O what great wonders I wish to see,
No more in the year 2123?

Of Hope and Things Most Bleak

Tell me o great Luna of things to come
And tell me what hope means for me
Is thus true that man may consign his doom to a world of hellish fire?
Also is that true man may poison Nature with his waste?
Now I ask thee, o great one, what is there to hope
When justice is in chains
And in chains are those who should be justly free?

The madmen were laughed at when they said it was all coming to an end
Yet we pray together that their visions err
Earth as fragile as a blown glass ornament
As fools we carry her with oiled hands
And so the fate of man is sealed

But even so in this dim world I still find hope
In that hope there is virtue, and in virtue comes goodness
Where there is wrong, there ultimately must come right
And so the gods decree, man is far from perfect

Yet if one were to change and better the world
If one were to inspire
If one were to educate and give charity and follow virtue
Then so may others
And out of that one change shall arise the greatest hope

Nature’s Hands

Between the rivers wide, in the plains and mountains, and down in the valleys low
In the high trees and fields green, and the deserts in witch no seed can sow
There lays a maiden so majestic, her grace would make any man fancy
She’s everywhere we go, taking care of our paucity
A woman so caring, and loving, she holds us all in her arms
And gives us scenes of beauty that are the of greatest of charms
Her reach is long, stretching across all the lands
And caressing all of us with Nature’s hands.

Matricide

There she lay cold and barren
Soulless, her breath stolen by greed
Covered in ash, in blood… rotting
Nary a sound from her mouth
Silence in the dead night
She lay covered with those that hath exhaled life

No man mourns her for death
No tears shed upon the day of her death
Not a single lily was placed on her coffin
The eulogy, great: but no one can speak those words
Her funeral, empty: cold is the earth on that unspoken day

Blood poisoned with toxin old and new
Poisons that run deep, and thicken the aer with it’s vapours
And salts the soil below her so to impede life
Smother all with the ashen powder that slowly choked all

Dead she lay, dead all lay
Upon the fiery ground
As snow fall upon our lifeless bodies

Such a fragile and lonesome thing…
Man has committed many murders

But none as loathsome as Mother Earth

Looking Upwards

What do you do when you’re feeling low?
Like an ant before a mountain standing in a valley below.
What do you do when you’re feeling blue?

Bluer than a fresh spring where waters flow anew.
The pain I suffer to give up love.
The sadness my heart has felt needs a hug,
when no one is there to give it.
And no one either there to fix it.

Alone I am now And I know not how
How our love that was once so true,
dissipated into the sky so blue.

An Autumn's Chill

Leaves fall gently to the ground
Float in the chilled wind of late October
The squirrels nestle their acorns in the nests
And the bear gets ready his winter’s slumber
Gracious winds whisper to Mother Earth

It tells all her creatures to ready for the snows
That so gently fall to the ground
And cover the slopes and hills and fertile valleys
With a serene white that reflects all the grace of the land

It speaks to the farmer to harvest the late crops
And ready the feast that gathers the family
Relights the candle of generosity in the heart of man

That gentle breath of nature gives beauty
And tames all the souls to quaint calm

Tranquility embraces all that autumn embraces

Haiku of the Seasons

Seasons:
Forever changing
The gods' eternal romance
The cause of this wheel

Spring:
Sunny springtime days
Take caution in April rains
Love blooms with flowers

Summer:
Seek shade, water, fun
Dog days are hot and humid
Typhoons, be prepared

Autumn:
Cool temperatures
Leaves bonny: red, yellow, brown
Harvest time, give thanks

Winter:
Grand vista of snow
Cold air fogs the misty breath
Dress warm and live well

Seasons:
Forever changing
The gods' eternal romance
The cause of for the wheel

A Walk Along the Suwannee

Yesterday I took a walk along the Suwannee
Ye great river that bends into shallow swamps and deep crystal springs
Stumps of old live oaks speak to the cypress knee
And tell the story of the warrior Osceola, the most honourable of the Seminole kings
The ferns told me of his many feats, and his Native American pride
The story of a failed war so bravely fought
Willows whisper to the tales of the many who died
Massacred by the government, neglected… taunted
And the Earth tells the tale of Native greats
On the banks of the Suwannee
Were so many met their fate