Less we forget.

I sit and listen to the song of the birds
Mindful that nature is king of all worlds

A rainbow
A snowflake
The wisp of the wind
A white horse's mane
The talent to sing

In silent crusade without cause to conspire
It labours without praise nor given to tire
To challenge our senses with gifts so sublime
To lift our hearts higher

Time after time.


© Rik - 08/06/2009






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Written on 2009-06-09 at 05:30

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Christin Brennan
i was reading through some of my posts & wanted to say thanks for your input from awhile ago. i just read some of your work & wanted to contribute.
it was interesting to me that when you pulled through some of my work, you found that 'time' was a root to the trees that most judged by the leaves. love the metaphors. anyway-a couple of poems you wrote, seem completely writtled with personal regret time has held the throne of, helplessly, without the very thought of choice.
obviously i depict the same but had no clue of 10 minutes ago when i read your comments. nice crit poet

cheers
christin
2009-08-28


NicholasG
King of all words except our denatured minds ;-)
An uplifting write!
Merci Rik.
Nick
2009-06-09