I Want to Be

I want to look at life

As an opportunity;

A chance to grow and be

The best that I can be.

I want to look at life

With eyes of gratitude

With sincerity, kindness,

And the right attitude.

I want to live my life

And keep aiming for the skies. 

And be someone who loves

And who every moment, tries.

Robes of Red

Said the merchant to the shepherd:

"It must be dreadful to be poor.

With only sheep for company,

Don't you ever wish for more?

Look at all my finery,

My jewels and threads of gold.

My satin, silk, soft long robes,
And woven colors bold."

"I'm more rich than you think, my friend."

The shepherd humbly said.

"I have pearls and jewels as well

And robes of deepest red."

"Ha!" The merchant scoffed.

"Well, I know you are in jest,

For if you had such things,

You'd wear them like the rest!"

The shepherd then smiled softly

And said "Come, follow me."
He started down a path,
Then looked back, beckoning.

At first the merchant laughed

But he saw the shepherd's eyes

Were serious and calm

And strangely, somehow wise.

Together they walked down the path.

Until they came upon 

A meadow fresh with morning's dew

Sparkling in the sun.

"Behold my pearls," the shepherd said.

The man gazed at the sight.

The beaded dew was beautiful.

So small and yet so bright.

Together they walked further

To a large grove of trees.

The leaves shone with vibrancy

A luminous, deep green.

"Look, emeralds,"said the shepherd.

The merchant  struck with awe

Agreed, "Indeed!" He said.

Amazed at what he saw.

"Look above." The shepherd  said.

"And see the threads of gold

Woven in a robe of blue

So brilliant and so bold."

The merchant looked and saw the sky,

The sun was going down.

The atmosphere was tinged with gold

Much like a misty crown.

"Come here and I'll show you,

My robes of deepest red."

He led him to a rose bush

And then the shepherd said,

"These roses are so delicate

But the thorns have pierced my head.

I gave this beauty, and my life.
So you could live again."

The merchant then fell to his knees

Before the Holy Being.

"Forgive me Lord, for all my wrongs.

You truly are a King."

Beautiful Weed

There was a weed

In a garden of daisies.

She felt like she

Didn't belong.

Small, plain and green,

She wondered why

She didn't bloom,

And this was her song:

Why am I here?

I wasn't planted.

I am so different, 

Something is wrong.

Everyday 

She felt very strange.

Would she be like this

Her whole life long?

One day it rained.

The clouds echoed her pain.

She felt so alone,

So she sang her song:

Why am I here?

I wasn't planted.

I am so different, 

Something is wrong.

Then morning came.

The sun smiled down.

The weed felt alive,

And somehow strong.

She realized then,

That she had grown.

Her blossom had been

Within all along.

Although it was different,

And not the right shade,

She felt beautiful,

And this was her song:

I know why I'm here.

I have my own story,

I'm not a daisy, I'm a

Morning glory!

Magic on My Face

The rain is magic on my face.
I wouldn't be in any other place.
Right here right now, with only me,
So alive, and feeling free.

Bring on the thunder, welcome the storm.
I might be cold, but I'm still warm.
The lightning brightens up the day,
In just a different sort of way.
 
The clouds are wringing out my fears.
Pouring out the sky's own tears.
Washing the world until it shines
And then the tears and light combine.
 
The sun peeks out with one warm grin
The wet washed world welcomes it in.
It blankets the whole droplet land
And makes something bold and grand.

A dazzling place, so vibrant green
A ready world so bright and clean.
So, bring on the thunder, bring on the rain
It sings out- Begin again!

Four Leaf Clovers

You are like a four leaf clover,

You and different and unique,

You heave talents, you have gifts,

That no one else can beat.

No one finds a four lead clover,

Just to toss it all away.

They admire it's special beauty,

That it brings in it's own way.

People like four leaf clovers,

Because they are so rare,

And it is not quite so special,

To find a three leaf cover there.

Three leaf clovers are all the same,

And not so hard to find,

But four lead clovers are something special,

And brig different thoughts to mind.

And you are like a four leaf clover,

No one is just quite the same,

Don't pull off your special forth leaf,

Shine it in your special way!

Not everyone will notice,

At least not right away,

But you can't find a four leaf clover,

Right at the start of the day.

Four lead clovers are not easy to find,

But it's not their choice to hide away,

So choose to stand up and stand out,

And keep on shining today.

You never know

You never know how much you impact,

Others in your special way,

You never know your unique difference,

That you send out everyday,

You never know what kind of ripple,

Comes from what you did or meant,

And you never know what kind of tear,

Comes from what you made or said.

You never know what your example,

Might have done for a friend,

You never know what kind of seed,

Fell into their flower bed.

You never know what kind if answer,

You were to someone's prayer,

You never know what help you give,

By what you did or what you share.

You never know what happens,

On the other side,

You never know what blooms,

In the other heart or mind.

And since you never know,

What comes from those things,

Be someone's good example,

Be someone else's wings.

Ride Outside

The grass is a vibrant green.

The sky's undeniably blue.

The sun's shining bright,

Such a beautiful sight,

I'd say I'm alright, wouldn't you? 

Barefoot I go, taking it in.

Breathing the fresh morning air.

Walking along

The birds sing their song

Freeing myself from all cares.

A couple of quails paddle past

Some slimy snails slink on by

The blossoms are bright

The dew catches light

Fluffy clouds scatter all through the sky.

Under a canopy of trees

I hear the water's melodies

The vines on the wall

Invite mystery's call

New wishes and hopes fill my dreams.

Decide to live in the moment

Time doesn't matter so much.

Look at the trees!

Feel the fresh breeze!

Let go of the bustle and rush.

Why worry when there's plenty of good?

Focus on the positive side.

Sure life has tears and frowns

It has ups and downs,

But that's what makes it a ride!