The Sun Raising

We all are the twinkling stars of the world,  Whatever twinkles we reflect it,  That is our nature but,  now the twinkling stars are like abasia. now the earth is looking with abhor,  the world is full of fog. day by day the fog increased a lot,  and the god is magi,  the magi raises the stick,  when the stick will raise-down,  the entire world will be distoyed by magi,  like that at any moment it’ll be happened. The magic of the god changed,  Into a pathetic situation,  we the children should twinkle all the,  Stars at the end of the magi! 

Love is like magic And it always will be. For love still remains Life's sweet mystery!! Love works in ways That are wondrous and strange And there's nothing in life That love cannot change!! Love can transform The most commonplace Into beauty and splendor And sweetness and grace. Love is unselfish, Understanding and kind, For it sees with its heart And not with its mind!! Love is the answer That everyone seeks... Love is the language, That every heart speaks. Love can't be bought, It is priceless and free, Love, like pure magic, Is life's sweet mystery!! Author: Helen Steiner Rice

Summer Poem I'm not a poet, but sometimes I'll think of a good stanza and make up a whole poem. One time, when I was a little younger I was over my grandmas house I wrote a poem about myself and when my dad got home he was astounded. I don't remember exactly what the poem said, because I lost it during a move, or the book it was published but I was excited, and it makes me want to write more. ©  Destinee the grass so green, the sun so bright, life seems a dream, no worries in sight tans and tank tops, laughter and bliss, each moment passes, without even a miss friends and cookouts, memories and laughs, good times to remember, but how long will it last the grass soon fades, leaves begin to fall, school replaces sleepovers, oh I'll miss it all

Live each day to the fullest For Alexis From Your Mama ©  Amy D. Liskey Sitting on the steps, looking across the lake, Wondering why, life at times, can seem great. But in that second, it took me to just think, My life could change, faster than a blink. Is this a reason why we should always cherish? Not knowing when loved ones may suddenly perish. Living everyday, like it was our very last, for our days could be very long or go by very fast So I'll cherish and take nothing for granted, not say things that shouldn't be chanted. If this is the last day I have on this earth, I accept my life, for what it's been worth. Tomorrow isn't promised to young or old alike, Today may be the last day I'm able to hold you tight. Don't wait for tomorrow, do it all today, If tomorrow never comes, you'll never regret a day. Source:  http://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/like-it-is-my-very-last#ixzz37zZiN4xn   Family Friend Poems 

Said the Wind to the Moon, “I will blow you out; You stare In the air Like a ghost in a chair, Always looking what I am about — I hate to be watched; I’ll blow you out.” The Wind blew hard, and out went the Moon. So, deep On a heap Of clouds to sleep, Down lay the Wind, and slumbered soon, Muttering low, “I’ve done for that Moon.” He turned in his bed; she was there again! On high In the sky, With her one ghost eye, The Moon shone white and alive and plain. Said the Wind, “I will blow you out again.” The Wind blew hard, and the Moon grew dim. “With my sledge, And my wedge, I have knocked off her edge! If only I blow right fierce and grim, The creature will soon be dimmer than dim.” He blew and he blew, and she thinned to a thread. “One puff More’s enough To blow her to snuff! One good puff more where the last was bred, And glimmer, glimmer, glum will go the thread.” He blew a great blast, and the thread was gone. In the air Nowhere Was a moonbeam bare; Far off and harmless t...

Prayer of the Woods I am the heat of your hearth on the cold winter nights, the friendly shade screening you from the summer sun, and my fruits are refreshing draughts quenching your thirst as you journey on. I am the beam that holds your house, the board of your table, the bed on which you lie, and the timber that builds your boat. I am the handle of your hoe, the door of your homestead, the wood of your cradle, and the shell of your coffin. I am the bread of kindness and the flower of beauty. 'Ye who pass by, listen to my prayer: Harm me not. (This prayer has been used in the Portuguese forest preservations for more than 1,000 years.) Though much is taken, much abides.... One equal temper of heroic hearts, Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.-- Alfred Lord Tennyson --  Ulysses Look at the trees, look at the birds, look at the clouds, look at the stars... and if you have eyes you will be able to see that the whole exist...