Post by Sophie on Dec 17, 2005 16:23:25 GMT -5
I bet you can't guess what's special about this poem...Erika totally can't answer.
Essence of Self
Walk along through the quiet forest
See your way across the beaten path
Close your eyes and sense the trees
They are standing tall and alone
Feel the spring air on your face, and
See the rosy pink petals of the blooming flowers.
Continue further and notice the rosy sky
Walk underneath its blossoming beauty
Feel its face against yours
See the incredibility of the green grass
Strong, tall stalks, a scenic emerald
Sense the magic descend and feel love
Be with nature, sense the thrill
Allow your cheeks to become rosy
Under nature’s tall, regal guidance
Your feet may walk you anywhere
You will see the enchantment
Your face will fall under the light
Under this life, face remains untainted
Sense is acute, so very pure
See your reflection in the water
Insipid skin no longer pale, but rosy
No longer one will walk
But run, as you are tall and tough
Dash through the tall grass
Wind whipping your face
Vowing never to walk again
Sense the joy of living
Of loving the rosy wild flowers
See your way and be at peace
Always see light, never darkness
Happiness crowds your tall, majestic soul
Know you are a rosy child
Wind no longer chills your body
A sense of ecstasy replaces it
You Walk at the end of the world
The walk began when you began to see
To sense and to grow tall
Wind starts to blow, and you are rosy.
Do you like it? I was listening to a flute playing when I wrote this, so it might be a little bit different than my other poetry, but it's good, eh? I think it's okay. And if you have constructive critisism for it, go ahead and post some comments. Thank you!
Love,
Sophie
XOXO
Happy Holidays!
Essence of Self
Walk along through the quiet forest
See your way across the beaten path
Close your eyes and sense the trees
They are standing tall and alone
Feel the spring air on your face, and
See the rosy pink petals of the blooming flowers.
Continue further and notice the rosy sky
Walk underneath its blossoming beauty
Feel its face against yours
See the incredibility of the green grass
Strong, tall stalks, a scenic emerald
Sense the magic descend and feel love
Be with nature, sense the thrill
Allow your cheeks to become rosy
Under nature’s tall, regal guidance
Your feet may walk you anywhere
You will see the enchantment
Your face will fall under the light
Under this life, face remains untainted
Sense is acute, so very pure
See your reflection in the water
Insipid skin no longer pale, but rosy
No longer one will walk
But run, as you are tall and tough
Dash through the tall grass
Wind whipping your face
Vowing never to walk again
Sense the joy of living
Of loving the rosy wild flowers
See your way and be at peace
Always see light, never darkness
Happiness crowds your tall, majestic soul
Know you are a rosy child
Wind no longer chills your body
A sense of ecstasy replaces it
You Walk at the end of the world
The walk began when you began to see
To sense and to grow tall
Wind starts to blow, and you are rosy.
Do you like it? I was listening to a flute playing when I wrote this, so it might be a little bit different than my other poetry, but it's good, eh? I think it's okay. And if you have constructive critisism for it, go ahead and post some comments. Thank you!
Love,
Sophie
XOXO
Happy Holidays!
