Wind Poem
Blowing the pages different colors
colors of many languages
peace flows the winds words
singing in the chorus of streams chords
dreams of a great world
with wash lands
new finger stands
from my hand of a wind’s poem
delighting our day
taking us to islands to stay.
Palm Trees
You see green
the color of growing
bestowing and stage print showing
mighty are your palms
of california sunshine
were you are glazing green so fine
within a line shine
like an emerald blowing
high you grow
with a blue skies diamond.
Tea
The tea of day
brings warm sun
right to my soul
whispering flowers
herbs and rain showers
captivating scenic powers
nature’s ebb and tide
carry such beauties ride.
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