PETALS TO THE SKY

skull-heads

 

Smoke fills my lungs,

I stand strong.

Petals to the sky,

I fulfill my destiny.

Tears burn holes

never to be filled.

Demons in my soul

leave scars never repaired.

Each sigh forces a step back.

Each storm bends my stem a bit more.

I persevere through the rain,

the sleet,

the snow.

I yield to the sun and the moon.

I take what is given.

I replace when I’m able.

Though dry are my leaves,

I lift them to the sky.

Though parched are my lips,

I face the sun.

Smoke burns my eyes,

but I see clear.

I bow my head.

EXTREME NATURE

inebriatedpony:

gifdrome:

AT TIMES MOTHER NATURE IS TOO EXTREME.

SHE GIVES TOO MUCH RAIN OR SNOW.

SOMETIMES, TOO MUCH HEAT AND HUMIDITY.

EVERYTHING IS BETTER IN MODERATION.

THE POWER OF MOTHER NATURE

HERE’S MOTHER NATURE SUPPLYING TOO MUCH RAIN.
IT’S RAINING IN SHEETS.
WE DON’T NEED SO MUCH AT ONE TIME.
IF I COULD TALK TO HER, I WOULD SAY,
MODERATION, MODERATION.

WELCOME SNOW

Snow is coming back.
We should prepare ourselves
And welcome it back.

WELCOME BACK SNOW

Look at that water move!

CLEAN BEAUTY OF WINTER!

tassiomaciel:

Winter can look pretty.

When the snow is white and clean.

Before footsteps fall.

Before cars trudge by.

Winter can definitely look beautiful.