Poems by Sylvia Stults

In the silence of the morning
When the birds are first to wake
Floating leaves of reddish orange
Ride the breeze to paths they take

The sky is hued with colors
Subtle hints of pinks and blues
As if waking from a slumber
Not quite ready for full view

There's a peaceful sense of serenity
That enters your very soul
It clears your mind, just in time
Fore the day then takes its toll

But like the leaves that ride the breeze
And the colors of first light
Treat each and every morning as is
Live the moment, be mindful, then take flight

Yesterday morning I opened my hands
I thought with a smile the places they've been
Building sand castles and catching fireflies
Nature was best, that's where happiness lies

Picking up seashells, or gathering stones
Flat ones were best for skipping when thrown
The pond would then ripple as countdown began
Four, five...Ya, I beat you again

Grabbing a rope that swings from a tree
Landing with a splash, letting go, count of three
Holding a stick for a marshmallow roast
Or filling pie irons, the crust made of toast

The lesson I learned was put down your phone
Create the memories your hands have shone
Appreciation will be felt for all of earth's lands
As your child grows older, looking down at their hands

Take a walk inside a park or
Jaunt a forgotten trail.
Close your eyes and listen.
Take a deep breath and exhale.

For nature's call invites you.
It's peaceful and serene.
It heals the body deep within
Naturally, not by artificial means.

Aromatherapy businesses
Would all be obsolete.
Your pharmaceutical agencies
Would drop significantly.

Hospitals could concentrate on
Healing the terminally ill
Instead of fighting illnesses
Brought on by pollution's will.

Saving the environment
Is bigger than you think.
It not only affects society;
It pulls health from the brink.

The sands of time have rendered fear
Blue skies on high no longer clear
Stars were bright whence they came
Now dimmed, obscured, pollution's haze

Crystal clear our waters gleamed
Fish abundant, rivers streamed
Ocean floors sandy white
Now littered, brown, pollution's plight

Trees towered high above
Trunks baring professed love
Birds chirping from sites unseen
Gone, paper joined pollution's team

One can't blame pollution alone
As they say, you reap what you've sown
So let us plant a better seed
Tear out old roots, cultivate, weed

Protect what has been given for free
Our waters, skies, wildlife and trees
For once they're gone, don't you say
Consider yourself warned of that fatal day

There is a place called heaven
This I can undoubtedly say
Without any hesitation
Of what this message conveys

There are no words to describe it
No visuals that can compare
Such as roads of gold or gates that scroll
Beyond Earth's hemisphere

One night while I was sleeping
My soul started to be raised
Sitting up from within my body
With arms in heavenly praise

What brought this spiritual moment
This I do not know
But the feelings felt within myself
Were shared to me by soul

There was an ultimate feeling of self-giving
A surrendering of my total being
No other thoughts came to mind
Except praising God as my king

The love I felt was immeasurable
No past love came close to compare
A love so strong and powerful
Yet seemed to have always been there

The soul itself was not a mist
Or foggy image seen
But an array of electrical colors
Though formed in my earthly being

As my soul descended back
To where my body laid
A gasp of air was all it took
To make me step forth and say...

There most certainly is a God!

Broken bottles and charred pieces of glass,
Wadded up newspapers tossed on the grass,
Pouring of concrete and tearing out trees.
This is the environment that surrounds me?

Poisons and insecticides sprayed on our food,
Oceans filling with thick oil crude.
All sea life destined to a slow, awful doom.
These are the things we are to consume?

Mills pumping out iron, expelling yellow fumes,
Airlines emitting caustic gases from fuels,
Weapons of destruction tested at desolate sites.
And this is the air that's to sustain life?

There has to be something that someone can do,
Like raise the awareness to those around you
That if we don't heed the problem at hand
It's your life that's at stake, the destruction of man.

Sliding down the milky way as the harvest moon lights the way
This starts my journey through the galaxy
My first stop, Gould's Belt, at 20 degrees.

It was Orion I first met there, with sword in hand without a fear
While Scorpio and Carina sat at the atmospheric shore
Discussing their next voyage, one I wanted to explore

I mentioned I was on a quest to see what the Universe holds
When Carina looked at Scorpio and said, It needs to be shown.
At first I wondered what he meant, for it made no sense to me
But then Carina turned and said, Would you like to join me at sea?

Upon the ship of Argo with Vela as the sail
Carina keeled through the quake cut by Cetus the giant whale
When far off in the distance and much to my surprise
Was Delphinus the Dolphin signaling everything was alright

I pulled out my compass and noticed an awful flaw
When Carina said there is no East or West, my friend,
We go by Kepler's Law

So with each planetary motion
My light show soon began, with Jupiter, then Saturn
With rings of glistening bands

All the planets took their turn in showing off their luster
When all of a sudden, off to the side, particles started to cluster
Hues of greens, yellows, reds, and blues all began to mingle
Creating such a magnificent site my skin started to tingle

This is a nebula, said Carina This is the core.
This is the birthplace of the planets galore
Each planet started with just one spark, searing in it's colors
The nebula makes each color their own all different then the others.

But what about that planet there? I said with a defying glare,
That planets colors are all dim and black
With ugly fumes of soot and ash.

Carina suddenly lost her braggadocios tone
And with sadness in her eyes
She said, That is what you call home.

At one time it was I, Carina, that would sit throughout the night
With hopes that I may catch one glimpse of your planet's awesome site
Your blues, which you call oceans, the greens, which you call grass,
the pinks and yellows of your skies sparkled like effervescent glass

The music that filled the air lulled us to sleep from birds I hear
What are birds? I do not know, other then
Colorful creatures with musical souls

Then gradually your planet started to dim
A thick black dust choked life from within.
No longer do we hear the songbirds sing
What a horrible lost, What a horrible thing

No longer do the song birds sing
No longer do the song birds sing

P.S. From me: THINK GREEN :)