21. Splashes Of Color
Flecks of blue
Lavender delight
Morning gold
The black of night
Flecks of blue
Lavender delight
Morning gold
The black of night
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The golden sea its mirror spreads
Beneath the golden skies,
And but a narrow strip between
Of earth and shadow lies.
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Where my heart truly lies
Is in the beauty of a simple life,
In a little peace and quiet,
Slower pace and lesser strife.
There are some drawn to the ocean,
Its boundless depths and mysteries,
Where crashing breakers sound like thunder,
And gentle breezes kiss the seas,
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If I could take a brush and paint the mountains and the moors,
I would splash the hillsides yellow and cover them in gorse.
I'd take the finest needle and the darkest thread of green
And sew a line of bracken along the landscape. In-between
I wonder if we realize
The gifts that we've been given,
The endless flow of beauty
Bestowed on us by heaven.
The mountains are full of glory,
such a beautiful, rugged territory.
Snow that caps the highest peaks
Feel the peace, which you find in nature.
Positive atmosphere which gives you more pleasure.
Feel the golden morning and the energetic sunrise.
A crisp, cool autumn evening,
Stars fill the night up high.
God, the great creator,
Decking out the sky.
The world outside is a wondrous place,
Filled with many miracles to see.
It's a place to hear and smell and feel.
It's a place so unfettered and free.
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Sitting to-day in the sunshine
That touched me with fingers of love,
I thought of the manifold blessings
God scatters on earth, from above;
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O gift of God! O perfect day:
Whereon shall no man work, but play;
Whereon it is enough for me,
Not to be doing, but to be!
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Sultry sun on fields and bay,
quiet calm engulfs the day.
Faint troubled rumblings in the sky
I live in a world of yellow and green,
An abundance of colors rarely seen,
With swirling seas of silver and gold,
There's a simple beauty to the falling rain.
The same kind of beauty you find in a child's smile or a flower covered hillside terrain.
The sound of the rain falling on the roof above
Deep into the wood where the bluebells grow
Next to them the wild garlic will show
An old oak creeks with a century of age
With brand new shoots and the sun they crave
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I came to the mountains for beauty
And I find here the toiling folk,
On sparse little farms in the valleys,
Wearing their days like a yoke.
I walk around the streets at night.
I look around and see the light,
The light that gives me hope
To find my way back home.
Irregular at every post,
Every ridge and every fold,
The contour of every coast,
There is beauty to behold.
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A dark gloomy sunless start
Cold and calculating
Frost on the windows
Icy streets