Snowy tiger sleep
And thy dearest dreams do keep
Utter not a peep!
The Sun God shines on
His worshippers forgotten
will they rise again?
I dream in color
then I wake to black and white
wanting to get back
Thanks Mother Nature
and Father Sun for autumn,
the harvest season!
Sol says; "Goodnight dear,"
Gaia says; "Have pleasant dreams."
Then they they kiss goodbye.
Mists floating in air
Our Mother Nature is there
fairest of the fair.
Mother Nature's flowers
always blooming, no matter
what and for ever!
The wild beast stands strong
so fearlessly, right or wrong
it's for him I long.
(photo by melissa Cates)
"Every bee must be
what a bee was meant to be
you see?" said the bee.
Our Lady of Night
waxing and waning from sight
You bring hope...and fright!
An eye washed by tears
has faced the fears and headed
on to better years!
With our linbs we reach
Toward the Father Sun God
Asking Him to teach...
Flora's flowers fade
falling and fading away
forever afraid.
Old Jack Frost's delight
a magical winter night
cold and still and quiet.
Butterfly Maiden
sings with the Corn Mother and
Spider Grandmother.
Madam Pele's fire
built islands in the sea, then
She rests...but till when?
Ain't he cute the brute
but they always are by far
the worst we want first
Motherhood is bliss
Love, magic, happiness...but
alas, 'tis madness!
Birds of a feather
stay together, no matter
what and for ever!
Don't be so crabby
the sands of life hide treasures
in with all the strife!
