They call me Alaurilee
- Serving Hugs on a Platter and Tears in a Teacup
- I've been writing poetry from the age of 12. It has, and always will be my outlet, my voice. Join me on my journey . . . I can write about almost anything. :) ~ Life doesn't come with a shiny new book; no users manual of answers to find with one look. Life comes with doors that open and shut; and paths laid before us to be followed or passed up. There's things we can learn and things we may teach; hearts that may find us and souls we may reach. Guaranteed on this journey are teacups of tears; and pains that might hurt us may age us by years. But the beauty of life, love, laughter and giving; come from serving hugs on a platter each and every day we're living. ~
Monday, March 29, 2010
The Voice of a Lady
Mother Nature speaks to us;
Listen to her whisper in the wind.
She dances in the fallen leaves;
and coerces the tree limbs to bend.
She shines in everything you see;
her touch is everywhere.
She sculpts canyons from rivers
and breathes wind through the air.
She births a new life every second
and absorbs for rebirth what is dead.
She sings songs through the chirp of the birds,
and provides food for all to be fed.
You'll see her in everything you see,
like that immature hawk perched there.
Even in this land made from man.
Look and you'll find her everywhere.
Embrace the life that lives with us,
in everything we do and see.
Every life breathing blade of grass,
the leaves of each and every tree.
Remember we animals share together,
a world that lives and breathes;
With respect for our friend Mother Nature,
and the miracles all that is living sees.
Inspired by a twitter photo prompt.
A picture taken of a immature Hawk that had landed on a deck.