decisions-decisions
there are so many
how is one to decide
if i chose this
what about that
and if i chose that
what about the many others
how does one truly know which way to go
the direction to take- is it where your heart lays awake
the road winds
there are often inclines and declines
converges and diverges too
there is no marked route that will make do
there is only a walk which is a new
there is no single path
no single trail
easily lost to no avail
if our heart is the truth sayer
what do we follow if our heart is hollow?
the journey is specific designed for one
and you will travel its path until its done
so search deep and hard to hear your heart pound
and quickly follow its sound
and you may find your way through the gray
although it is hard to say
if your heart lead you the best way
Showing posts with label childrens story. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childrens story. Show all posts
Saturday, October 17, 2009
growing up
Once there was a Seed
Usually the old oak whispered well,
but this time he clearly said he had
a story to tell. “Once there was a seed.
It was a seed on a tree. It unlatched from
the firm grasp, from the tree at last.
It whirled, dancing with the wind.
It moved to the left, then to the
right, slightly up, then farther down,
spinning round and round and round,
down towards the ground.
When it finely touched a blade of grass
it was then it realized its monumental
task. This wee little seed was the beginning
of a tree, with its own bark and roots
and leaves. Boy what a full life it will lead.
Before it is time to start its climb, it must
start to grow way down low. It grows earthbound
and wraps around the rocks that are found. It
embraces the shape of a fine white lace. Once
the roots are firmly placed a stem pops up to
take the seeds place. It reaches high into the sky.
It grows by day and rests at night. It smiles into
the sun with delight and resting itself in
the moonlight. Days go by and it raises high
into the sky. Its growth is pleasant indeed.
So it finally burst forth with a leaf. It is then that
the wee little seed is no longer a seed. Then the
wee little seed, is a wee little tree. And it will
grow into one of me.”
original works
1/1/2008
Usually the old oak whispered well,
but this time he clearly said he had
a story to tell. “Once there was a seed.
It was a seed on a tree. It unlatched from
the firm grasp, from the tree at last.
It whirled, dancing with the wind.
It moved to the left, then to the
right, slightly up, then farther down,
spinning round and round and round,
down towards the ground.
When it finely touched a blade of grass
it was then it realized its monumental
task. This wee little seed was the beginning
of a tree, with its own bark and roots
and leaves. Boy what a full life it will lead.
Before it is time to start its climb, it must
start to grow way down low. It grows earthbound
and wraps around the rocks that are found. It
embraces the shape of a fine white lace. Once
the roots are firmly placed a stem pops up to
take the seeds place. It reaches high into the sky.
It grows by day and rests at night. It smiles into
the sun with delight and resting itself in
the moonlight. Days go by and it raises high
into the sky. Its growth is pleasant indeed.
So it finally burst forth with a leaf. It is then that
the wee little seed is no longer a seed. Then the
wee little seed, is a wee little tree. And it will
grow into one of me.”
original works
1/1/2008
evolution
Look to the Sky
There was a time, long ago, when the things that flew
could not be subdued. They were normally green and
well seen. Many people would focus on their beady
black eyes. What followed was a surprise- a long
tapered tail, which seemed as long as a whale.
As they whooshed through the wind they would fly
very high and at top-speed they were fast indeed.
At times it seemed as if they would disappear into
thin air. Nobody would know were they would go,
so when they re-appeared, they would bring a tear to the
eyes of those near. But what was feared most all,
was not that they were tall. Or even that they would
disappear and re-appear quite near. It was because their
breath filled the air and caused fire to appear. So people
were shy when they flew through the sky. And there-by
they were so named,“dragons that fly”. So you better
watch the sky!
Years and years have passed and the “dragons that fly”
still catch people’s eye. They remained green but now
have a shimmering sheen that can be seen. Although,
now it is common place for them to fly in a low space,
they still whoosh in the air and seem to disappear.
No one cries when seeing their beady black eyes and their
tails are not the length of whales, instead they are re-scaled
to the length of a bunny’s cotton-tail. People no longer fear
them, since now they hum instead of having fire come.
Much has changes about the creatures that fly. They
are now the size of a bug instead of a large thug. So
rightfully their name has changed from that of a thug
to that of a bug. Now they are so named “dragonflies”
because of their size. And the “dragons that fly” are
no longer in the sky.
original works
1/4/2008
There was a time, long ago, when the things that flew
could not be subdued. They were normally green and
well seen. Many people would focus on their beady
black eyes. What followed was a surprise- a long
tapered tail, which seemed as long as a whale.
As they whooshed through the wind they would fly
very high and at top-speed they were fast indeed.
At times it seemed as if they would disappear into
thin air. Nobody would know were they would go,
so when they re-appeared, they would bring a tear to the
eyes of those near. But what was feared most all,
was not that they were tall. Or even that they would
disappear and re-appear quite near. It was because their
breath filled the air and caused fire to appear. So people
were shy when they flew through the sky. And there-by
they were so named,“dragons that fly”. So you better
watch the sky!
Years and years have passed and the “dragons that fly”
still catch people’s eye. They remained green but now
have a shimmering sheen that can be seen. Although,
now it is common place for them to fly in a low space,
they still whoosh in the air and seem to disappear.
No one cries when seeing their beady black eyes and their
tails are not the length of whales, instead they are re-scaled
to the length of a bunny’s cotton-tail. People no longer fear
them, since now they hum instead of having fire come.
Much has changes about the creatures that fly. They
are now the size of a bug instead of a large thug. So
rightfully their name has changed from that of a thug
to that of a bug. Now they are so named “dragonflies”
because of their size. And the “dragons that fly” are
no longer in the sky.
original works
1/4/2008
a dream
I spy and want to fly
I spy pink in my eyes. It is a reflection from the sun raising in the sky. A minute later the
pink in my eyes will change. Then I will spy a color that’s new, most likely it will be blue.
Orange, red or yellow are common colors too, which come before the color blue. The
sky always seem new, since its colors change within a great range before it finely turns
blue . It is the sun rising that provides this colorful delight which reveals beauty in my
sight.
Often I run under the sun and close my eyes to visualize how it would be to fly past
the sea as the sun comes up just for me. Then I would clearly know that it is the
colorful show that makes the sun my favorite place in outer space. Of all the planet and
the other stars or even the moon nothing compares to the joy I fair, brought by the
colorful fun of the sun. There is absolutely no other place that makes my face smile
with grace. So if I had the chance I would chase the sun where ever it would run.
Pretending to fly while I play outside was a common game. I run and jump while flapping
my arms. I dream that the wind might lift me up, so I can fly with the birds in the sky.
But on those days the wind always fades, so I am bound to be left on the ground. It
would have to be a giant gust from the winds thrust that would lift me up high. On that
day I will fly away without delay to visit the sun just for fun.
As usual I began my day with lots of play. I ran, hopped and flapped my arms in my
usual attempt to be lifted off the ground. But, this day was different, much to my surprise
the wind had arrived. It was a giant gust with an up-thrust. Which was just enough to lift
me off the ground and whorl me around.
Once in the air, which is very rare, I flapped my arms and it twirled me about without
a doubt. My shoes where left behind as I started the incline. Then my feet dangled as I
flew on an angle. It was difficult at first, I must of been the worst. But i eventually figured
it out so that I could fly all about.
I raced, passing birds then the clouds and even a plane. So on this day I could not
refrain from being entertained. I when up, up, and up flying so high. I could not
believe it was me in the sky. I was having so much fun I decided to greet the sun.
“Here I come Sun”, I will try to fly so very high. “When I reach you I will formally
greet you”.
As I continues on my way, I closed my eyes. Focusing on the feeling of the warm sun on my
face, while I flew at a quick pace. After a while I open my eyes. It was then I realized
a shocking surprise. There had been a terrible mistake that made my heartbreak.
I passed the sun in my haste, and guess what took its place. I think it is
made of Swiss cheese, or at least that is what it seemed. Curious to see
what it maybe, I bent over to take a bite but it did not taste like a cheesy
delight.
Now I am stuck very, very high, in a place that is a cheesy disguise.
The next time I try to fly way up high I won’t be shy. I’ll greet the sun with
my eyes opened wide to help guide me through the sky, so I will not
fly past the sun and reach the moon when I am done.
original works
1/19/2008
NOTE: No one should ever look directly into the sun. It will
damage you eyes.
I spy pink in my eyes. It is a reflection from the sun raising in the sky. A minute later the
pink in my eyes will change. Then I will spy a color that’s new, most likely it will be blue.
Orange, red or yellow are common colors too, which come before the color blue. The
sky always seem new, since its colors change within a great range before it finely turns
blue . It is the sun rising that provides this colorful delight which reveals beauty in my
sight.
Often I run under the sun and close my eyes to visualize how it would be to fly past
the sea as the sun comes up just for me. Then I would clearly know that it is the
colorful show that makes the sun my favorite place in outer space. Of all the planet and
the other stars or even the moon nothing compares to the joy I fair, brought by the
colorful fun of the sun. There is absolutely no other place that makes my face smile
with grace. So if I had the chance I would chase the sun where ever it would run.
Pretending to fly while I play outside was a common game. I run and jump while flapping
my arms. I dream that the wind might lift me up, so I can fly with the birds in the sky.
But on those days the wind always fades, so I am bound to be left on the ground. It
would have to be a giant gust from the winds thrust that would lift me up high. On that
day I will fly away without delay to visit the sun just for fun.
As usual I began my day with lots of play. I ran, hopped and flapped my arms in my
usual attempt to be lifted off the ground. But, this day was different, much to my surprise
the wind had arrived. It was a giant gust with an up-thrust. Which was just enough to lift
me off the ground and whorl me around.
Once in the air, which is very rare, I flapped my arms and it twirled me about without
a doubt. My shoes where left behind as I started the incline. Then my feet dangled as I
flew on an angle. It was difficult at first, I must of been the worst. But i eventually figured
it out so that I could fly all about.
I raced, passing birds then the clouds and even a plane. So on this day I could not
refrain from being entertained. I when up, up, and up flying so high. I could not
believe it was me in the sky. I was having so much fun I decided to greet the sun.
“Here I come Sun”, I will try to fly so very high. “When I reach you I will formally
greet you”.
As I continues on my way, I closed my eyes. Focusing on the feeling of the warm sun on my
face, while I flew at a quick pace. After a while I open my eyes. It was then I realized
a shocking surprise. There had been a terrible mistake that made my heartbreak.
I passed the sun in my haste, and guess what took its place. I think it is
made of Swiss cheese, or at least that is what it seemed. Curious to see
what it maybe, I bent over to take a bite but it did not taste like a cheesy
delight.
Now I am stuck very, very high, in a place that is a cheesy disguise.
The next time I try to fly way up high I won’t be shy. I’ll greet the sun with
my eyes opened wide to help guide me through the sky, so I will not
fly past the sun and reach the moon when I am done.
original works
1/19/2008
NOTE: No one should ever look directly into the sun. It will
damage you eyes.
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