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Bob Blackwell - ! ! Thoughts That Come

2014-11-10 0 Dailymotion

I consider how blossom trees, do <br />a stark impressive autumn strip, to <br />shamelessly stand naked through <br />winters frost and snow; stir to <br />feel of springs softer magic touch; <br />this warm enchantment bids their <br />exposed winter coats farewell, to <br />let soft fluffy pink flowers blossom. <br /> <br />Blossoms whiten, snow petals fall, <br />create illusion of a winter scene. <br />As suns warmth and rain encourage <br />growth, soft light green leaves open, <br />fruit appears, grows, ripens slowly <br />during summers long sunny hours, to <br />autumns shorter days, when fruit is ripe. <br /> <br />Fruit now ready, harvested, stored, <br />nourishment for our winter need. <br />Trees leaves turn rustic shades, give <br />our souls some warmth, reminds us <br />to get ready for the start of winter cold. <br />Leaves fall, tree returns to nakedness. <br />Trees yearly cycle is now complete. <br /> <br />Like all natures changes they happen <br />quietly, no praise, no warm applause. <br /> <br />I now reflect, how as seasons change, <br />the moments come alive, to give life’s <br />lesson, of true knowledge for our world. <br />How yesterday has gone to be no more. <br />How our tomorrows will never reach us. <br />How our present moment contains all time, <br />and within it, all we wish for, hope for, <br />prepare for, complete, realize, achieve. <br /> <br /> <br />09-06-2009<br /><br />Bob Blackwell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thoughts-that-come/

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