Dreams... Sunshine creeping, Wind is weeping. Arid rainstorm, Wakes my sleeping, Moonshine blinding, Spirits finding Ways to walk roads, Long and winding Trees are screaming, Out their meaning, Reaching out, To souls of dreaming Thunderous rush, Sense the hush, Lightning strikes, The earth so lush Catch the fire, With strange desire, Walk the earth, On #lifes high wire

The Singing Wind Tall treetops gently singing, an operatic tune The wind now harmonising, together hear them croon A feeling of oppression, takes over for a while But leaves me strangely stronger, as i walk the final mile Mother natures' presence, an awesome symphony Soprano, & Contralto, i hear her sing to me You wear her forceful wilderness, like a pure euphonic shroud Like anger, pain and madness, yet peacefulness surrounds

A Thousand Silver Chariots Seeds of mist bloom into sweet morning light, And trees fill the wind with wishful whispers; Forsaking dreams of deepest night On thoughts of silver chariots, suspended from the moon. The clouded sky hung from the crescent sun, Casting mordant monsters upon the knightly mountains. But from the fading fire's might sparked hope in newborn light Igniting in the royal sky like crystal stars of old. Blinded by sheer brilliance from sparks that spoke of hope, Shadows thence were banished by the waking light of day. If only to return, waxing with the sinking sun To show us blazing beauties from a thousand silver chariots.

Divine Redecorating God has got out his art chest and he's making a few tweeks things may start to look very different in the coming weeks He's a fan of the impressionists so were in for a real treat talking out the back of our heads, and breathing through our feet He wants to make some changes but they wont all be great calls it modernizing, getting things more up to date with fresh eyes he's looking at his work, done so long ago Deciding what needs altering,and what just has to go Says like everybody else he needs to streamline and declutter and anything he doesnt like will be chucked into the gutter Lets pray , that when we wake tomorrow we are all still here Regardless if we have to spend our lives looking extremely queer There are a few things needing fixed,so God please put on your glasses you need to look again at the ozone layer and the greenhouse gasses if you could take another look at the human heart and brain and remove intolerance and hate so we don't have to war again 'In the end i am sure things will turn out just fine After all you are God and that makes you divine

A Skier's World Come, race over the snow with me, as if there is no gravity. But, yet, it seem, that there must be, because it's gravity thats pulling me. Come, glide with me, over snow so white, feeling the freedom, as we take flight. The sun's blazing glory, blurring one's sight, the #moon and stars casting shadows at night. Blowing swirls of snow ,that trail away, bright crystal diamonds, on a sunny day. Autumn's leaves, where they lay pinned, placed there harshly, by winter's wind. Because, as you can plainly see, there is no way of catching me. Because, I am the wind. 'I am the Wind'