16th Installment of my series (Iris)
So I don’t think I will try
I've been blessed to travel the world
And see what beauty lies in the sky
It all started out when I opened my eyes
To see I was floating through the air
Through mountains and over valleys
My destination was not to care
As a seed I spread my knowledge
Through the trees that become of me
Each seed produced is just an adventure
An adventure that in time I’ll see
As a seed it hasn’t been easy
Never planted my roots for any time
It makes climbing any ladder
Much harder and harder to climb
I don’t really mind the seclusion
As soon I’ll be in the next wind out
Seeing what the next stop holds for me
I travel the tailwinds with no doubt
In the moments that I do find rest
I produce a most wonderful scent
That brightens up the other plants
This gift to them is my present
I can’t remember from where I came
For I've seen the lands and more
Each arrival to me is mystery
I never know what is in store
Being passive isn’t a hindrance
For I don’t mess with fate
This in turn gives me purpose
And keeps my mind seeing straight
I've never had anyone with me
On these travels that change my view
It’s been a fun enduring journey
That has since long been overdue
So as I take rest in lands somewhere
I can’t wait till the sun does rise
For I’ll catch the wind and take flight
And enjoy the trip among the skies
Poetry by Coolaaron88
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Written on 2007-07-19 at 07:03
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Keep Moving On
I've never been one to mess with fateSo I don’t think I will try
I've been blessed to travel the world
And see what beauty lies in the sky
It all started out when I opened my eyes
To see I was floating through the air
Through mountains and over valleys
My destination was not to care
As a seed I spread my knowledge
Through the trees that become of me
Each seed produced is just an adventure
An adventure that in time I’ll see
As a seed it hasn’t been easy
Never planted my roots for any time
It makes climbing any ladder
Much harder and harder to climb
I don’t really mind the seclusion
As soon I’ll be in the next wind out
Seeing what the next stop holds for me
I travel the tailwinds with no doubt
In the moments that I do find rest
I produce a most wonderful scent
That brightens up the other plants
This gift to them is my present
I can’t remember from where I came
For I've seen the lands and more
Each arrival to me is mystery
I never know what is in store
Being passive isn’t a hindrance
For I don’t mess with fate
This in turn gives me purpose
And keeps my mind seeing straight
I've never had anyone with me
On these travels that change my view
It’s been a fun enduring journey
That has since long been overdue
So as I take rest in lands somewhere
I can’t wait till the sun does rise
For I’ll catch the wind and take flight
And enjoy the trip among the skies
Poetry by Coolaaron88
Read 1153 times
Written on 2007-07-19 at 07:03
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