The Song of Ocean
DEDICATED TO LIFE'S BOUNTY
AND THE WISDOM OF PURPOSE IN GOD'S CREATIONS
My world sometimes unknown to all of you.
Yet my great depth, sheer size, awesome power beckon to all.
My currents carry warm water from the sea,
that stops the water from freezing, protecting many!
Beneath I carry the largest habitat on earth,
supporting variety of lives for thee.
Food I provide for many.
I carry a biological 'treasure chest'
many has no knowledge, atmosphere of the world, I protect.
Air I warm during winter, air I cool during summer.
In my streams travel many,
fishes, plants, minerals, mankind.
I carry a 'greenhouse' gas storing oxygen, carbon dioxide.
To allow lives to flourish and develop on earth.
Beneath me are 'pieces of jewel'
the fishes, shellfishes, marine lives that swim and leap.
When you see all from the mirror of your hearts,
your soul will 'leap' in sacred solitude!
Who created me?
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A Wind of Autumn
DEDICATED TO THE WONDERFUL DESIGNS
OF NATURE
The wind blows with soft embrace,
air brings a tender breeze.
It whistles gently when leaves fall,
as autumn colors call.
Quikly as all fall, a song of goodbye
fades in the air...to our hearts, its farewell, fair.
Leaves as brown as the earth,
like golden, yellow dust of untouched gold.
All lay on the ground, what a beauty to behold!
Some moments, all won't be around,
as one by one all fall more on the ground.
Suddenly, it so seems, burying selves deep within.
Soil it fertilize...like gold buried in deep mine,
when unearthed, comes glowing again.
Back from the slumber of time, it will sprout
and again comes in a rebirth!
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In The Cradle of Winter
DEDICATED TO THE WONDER OF CREATIONS
In the cradle of winter is a slumber of rest,
a refuge of solitude, a haven of tranquility,
quiscent in its sleep.
In its quite state of cold wind is
a warm embrace of many tomorrow,
dormant in its soil of life...
As it sings songs of praise in the air.
Life does not end, it only seeks rest to rise again!
As it arise, many comes forth...
More roots, more branches, more flowers, more seeds.
To add to life's garden.
To be rediscovered more and lived
in another time and another place.
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In The Blooms of Spring
TO THE UNSEEN HANDS OF THE INFINITE SUPREME
OUR G O D , WHO GIVES US BOUNTY
In the blooms of spring are many languages of life.
As all its colors shine, burst...from the wealth of light.
A light that speaks many,
where multitude of blooms from the cup of the earth,
sprout in the time of plenty.
A plenty of a season whose plenitude calls unto us.
There is blessing, there is bounty, there is life!
In the blooms of springs are many languages of life,
where its light bury a vessel of wine after its birth.
A wine of age that grows older yet younger,
watering the depth of youth down the earth...
As it becomes perpetual like an endless bed of seeds,
where nothing kills its growth because,
it is deep in the depth of infinity.
In the hands of the designer and creator of all.
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A Summer of Beauty
DEDICATED TO LIFE'S BOUNTY
AND CONTINUITY OF LIFE
Flowers bloom under the yellow hammered gold
of a beaming sun, obliging nature to unveil its beauty.
Hiding in life's fold of bounty.
Flowers of saffron yellow, lovely pink, immaculate white,
exotic purple and blazing red parade so daintily like a maiden.
Oh, what a beautiful garden amidst so many blooms!
Slowly the blooms fade away as summer ends
and in unison voices it sing!
'We will bloom again.'
'As we drape our bounty, though our beauty fades.'
'We will give away our seeds for life's continuity.'
Do you ever wonder who designs us and why?
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The Song of Butterflies
DEDICATED TO THE BEAUTY OF
G O D'S CREATIONS AND PERPETUITY OF LIVES
Lightly, lightly, I fly...
with a dance in my limbs and a grace in my wings.
With me, I carry 'flying jewel' in the wind.
During the beauty of day, I eddy in air.
When my 'heart' is hungry and my body needs nutrients,
nectar I sip from flowers to sustain me.
We trade a part of each 'self' to survive,
their seeds of life, I pollinate to the earth.
So each specie render more birth and perpetuate.
Where did I get my wings so I can fly?
In a dark cocoon I entered,
where there is no light, only darkness of nights.
Gloom is only temporal, strong I become.
A crawling caterpillar I was.
Through my spiniret I weave silk from my gland,
warm tenderness for your nakedness, I can provide.
After darkness, butterfly with wings I emerged,
so I can fly to venture
in the everlasting wonder of life's sky.
Worship the flowers, whose colors adore the sun!
Who gave me my wings?
Who created me?...do you ever wonder why!
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The Song of Snails
DEDICATED TO G O D'S WISDOM
IN EVERY CREATION
I have a soft body, protected by hard shell I carry.
I have a ring my shell, a whorl, to show how old I am.
Each ring shows my years of life.
When I get older, the darker I become.
I live in water, woods and grasses.
When the weather is damp I come out of my shell.
When it is hot, I stop eating and bury myself.
I look for food at night.
I eat dead leaves and plants.
I help balance the ecosystem of the land.
I know how to protect myself when there is danger,
I go inside my shell, make a froth
to protect and enclose my soft body.
I can ascend to many heights,
I make a slime to climb.
Who created me?
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Immortal Wealth
Where vigor sorrounds the land,
when melodious song birds sing its songs,
echoing at hand.
Where beauty covers the ground,
when exotic blooms in the wilderness spring around.
Where bounty envelopes the earth,
when all lives breathe, singing to the glorious, golden sun!
As all sing praise to the creator of all...
And as all sing a song of life that has no sound,
the majesty of the hands that hold it still,
whisper to many hearts.
As the loving heart of GOD keeps sounding to us.
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A Thousand Fragile Webs
DEDICATED TO PEOPLE
THAT PRESERVES AND RESPECTS LIFE
When our world seems to be dynamic,
evolving round, as if life comes to light:
What other lives do we sacrifice, for the sake of mankind?
Beneath rich tapestry of nature's life, is it a fragile web?
Where many are killed for other plight.
Where many uses many for survival.
When balance of nature is destroyed by exploitation of man.
Is life a puzzle, a quest, a gift?
Is life merely a survival of self, of specie?
Why many die that don't need to die?
When burst of green in high forest moonlight beams,
when chorus of songs after songs
of birds, insects, crickets...form.
When it brings feathery softness to our lives that toil,
to our ears, hearts...solitude and stillness of joy!
Will they last long?
Will they live long?
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My LORD, How Can I Thank THEE?
How can I thank THEE, my LORD?
For every breathe of life in this universe.
For the language of peace in the waves of the sea.
For the dances of joy by the branches of the tree.
For the music of love in the air so free.
For the universe, the earth and all in it, with its beauty!
How can I thank THEE?
How can I thank THEE, my LORD?
For every joy when a newborn cries.
For every laughter of innocent children around me.
For every wrinkles in the faces of the old
with wisdom and a journey to this world, almost closing near.
How can I thank THEE?
My LORD, my creator, oh!...how can I thank THEE??
For giving me a chance to see, a beginning and an end,
so I can draw some pages of my life with faith in THEE...
Let the young and beautiful, the old and the wise,
live in the the depth of the heart of me.
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