Somewhere
A symphony plays
The strings of my heart
Harmonizing
Nature
Music to my eyes — at the corner of harmony and melody
Decidedly a tree, from the spring of life, long ago and far away, it seems. How far we have come in such a short time, blossoming into the peak of the season, in the blink of an eye... or perhaps three.
Today is #TreeTuesday initiated by @Old-Guy-Photos. Let's put up some trees today! If you haven't guessed it by now, this tree is one of my favorites. I walk right by him whenever I go out for a run or walk. No matter which way I go, it always comes back to him.
I didn't want to shock anyone, but, I wanted to alert the media and let it get proper attention...Christmas in July is usually recognized as July 12!
It's five o'clock somewhere
To this day
The vision in my thoughts
Gives me reason to pause
Whispering your name
Aloud
We interrupt this #TreeTuesday for a moment or three...A flower. There must always be a flower. This flower is dedicated to #TuesdayOrange #ColorChallenge by @Kalemandra, who colors my world, every single day.
So the joy may touch your soul
Copious shades of beauty saturate my soul, my soul, watching as my day disappears into the glorious night revolving in the sky as it sings.
Night, a more perfect day,
A day of shadows luminous,
Water and sky at one, at one with us;
As if the very peace of night,
The older peace than heaven or light,
Came down into the day.
Arthur Symons
Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post, again and again, I am encouraged by you, for the time you take to visit, comment or even upvote. For all of these reasons, I am eternally grateful. Don't ever forget what a wonderful world we live in, people. Let's hold hands around the globe and make this earth really spin. Some days, it is not as easy to see, how wonderful it really is. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
warsan shire