Cycles by Annella Grayce

Cycles

By Annella Grayce

 

                    Spring

Winter                            Summer

                   Autumn

 

                   Sunrise

Midnight                         Noon

                   Sunset

 

Light            Dark

Hot              Cold

Life             Death

 

Cycles go round and round

Life goes up and down

It’s all just waiting to . . . lived            enjoyed        discovered

                                      squandered   wasted         ignored

The choice is yours.  Choose wisely

Born Like the Pines by: James Ephrain McGirt

Born Like the Pines

By:  James Ephrain McGirt

 

Born like the pines to sing,

   The harp and song in m’ breast,

Though far and near,

There’s none to hear,

I’ll sing as th’ winds request.

 

To tell the trend of m’ lay,

   Is not for th’ harp or me;

I’m only to know,

From the winds that blow,

What th’ theme of m’ song shall be.

 

Born like the pines to sing,

   The harp and th’ song in m’ breast,

As th’ winds sweep by,

I’ll laugh or cry,

In th’ winds I cannot rest.