Nature

Secret Garden

I have a secret garden,

Where I can laugh and play,

I have a secret garden,

Often i'ts there I stay.

I have a secret garden,

No one else know its location,

I have a secret garden,

That's gone through a transformation.

My secret garden used to be,

An average unkempt garden,

It wasn't the place for me,

With all bonfire wood chard and,

No where I could sit,

Or admire the imaginary way.

I grew that garden,

And planted flowers everywhere,

I made that garden,

With little gnomes here and there.

But as I grow old,

So does my secret place,

Flowers withered,

Weeds grow,

Gone is the jackdaw,

Gone is the crow.

This was my secret garden,

I played here as I was a child,

But now as I stare,

Over my secret garden,

I only hope one day,

Another child may put my garden,

To repair...

(by Bella)

The River

The river's a wanderer,

A nomad, a tramp,

He doesn't choose one place,

To set up his camp.

The river's a winder,

Through valley and hill,

He twists and he turns,

He just cannot be still.

The river's a hoarder,

And he buries down deep,

Those little treasures,

He wants to keep.

The river's a baby,

He gurgles and hums,

And sounds like he's happy,

sucking his thumbs.

The river's a singer,

As he dances along,

The countryside echoes,

The notes of his song.

The river's a monster,

Hungry and vexed,

He's gobbled up trees,

And he'll swallow you next!

(by Valerie Bloom)

Man Never Learns



The trees stand green and tall,

The wing blows and branches sway,

The leaves grows and flowers fall,

Birds chirp while animals play.


But trees turn black and shrink,

Ashes fly when branches burn,

Man lights without a blink,

A bitter lesson is what they learn.


Man and beast in fright they flee,

Birds and bees fall from grey sky,

Clean air God made for free,

But Man burns trees and never cries.