Creative Writer Meets The World

Fuchsia flowers reach on out, Reach to the sky, Give a smile, Help the needy, Help the disheartened, Help the disenchanted, Help the hurt, Help the poor, Give them something, Something to believe in again, Something to hold onto, By looking deep into the site, Of the beauty that you are, Fuchsia flowers reach toward, Reach toward that light, Reach out to that promise, The promise of life, And a new day, And being a new being, And a new comfort to someone, To someone who needs, Who needs that within their lives. Fuchsia flowers grow, Grow until you cannot grow no longer, Let your roots take hold, Let you place your anchor, Upon this soil, Upon this earth, Take hold dear flowers! Take hold! Fuchsia flowers, Such a simple small thing, In the host of things, Yet so important, So vital, Because dear flowers you give hope, Give hope to a lost people, A lost nation, Who needs a simple beauty, To remember, To bel...

White clouds within blue skies, Light within the light, Positive within the positive, Too many times do we look, Too many times we do not see, Too many times we do not realize, That there is always light, Beauty, And positive to everything, Sometimes we get so downtrodden, Sometimes we get so depressed, We do not look around us, Or look up, To see the beauty, And difference, Of just taking a moment, And putting our thoughts, Our emotions, Our feelings, In a different perspective, When was the last time? When was the last moment? That we just stopped, And looked up, To see the blue skies, The white clouds, The peace that comes, From just reflecting within, When was the last time, That we believed in the light within the light? The peace within the peace? The positive within the positive? The joy within the joy? Even through the hardships, Even through the trials, And tribulations, And difficulties, If we keep focused, If we keep on the faith, If we...

Blue clear water, Leaves falling down, Tree being reflected, As I stand there looking, Thinking upon many things, In the depth of my life, Its fall again, The change of the season, That leads to colder nights, Colder days, Rainy moments, Clear water, Reflected tree, I stand it in its presence, Stand there in awe, Watching as nature reacts, To the changing time, It is like the tree, Reflecting on the past, Preparing for the future, Hoping for today, Calm blue clear water, The tree sees itself, Strong and tall, Young and not weak, Losing the leaves, For another fall, Knowing this is nature’s way, It reflects to the growing times, It reflects to the path it must take, As the leaves fall one by one, Down to the water, And the tree becomes bear, But it is only temporary, Because life is always changing, Seasons flow from one to the next, Minutes to us, Seem like nothing to them, All they know is the reflection, ...

Some of us walk the popular path, Wanting to be part of the crowd, Wanting to be not true to ourselves, But just want to be accepted, And loved, And cared for, Some of us walk the less traveled path, Path that is still littered with lines, And although not as popular, Still something that is not true, Or to believe in, They show one face to some, And another face to another, There is than a few others, That will walk the beaten path, One that seems to be hidden from others, In the roughness of nature, In the hardship of the land, There are trees, There is grass, There is everything, Just like the other paths, But the difference here, Is that it is barely worn, It is a solidary path, And existence, But if you take the side, And walk down that path, Something that is not an easy choice, Something that will be hard, You may find that although a beaten path, It is the best path to walk upon, Through the hardships, Through ...