Brand New Day

The Sun is rising and with it brings

A brand new day while birds do sing

Up with the lark they whistle in tune

While waving goodbye to last nights Moon

Branches on trees just sway along

When they hear a favorite Bird in song

They love the softest morning breeze

A dance and whispers among the leaves

Beyond the trees the mountains call

Flow the rapids from the waterfall

Quiet majesty of the forest friends

From homes underground they do ascend

From the mountain peaks to great oceans wide

Natural beauty shows its finest side

The emerald green of the forest scene

Streams trickle down the sight serene

The Deer step slowly through the forest maze

Careful not to catch the poachers gaze

When the hunters around they have to hide

Not wishing to see him show off a prize

Beyond the trees the mountains call

Flow the rapids from the waterfall

Quiet majesty of the forest friends

From homes underground they do ascend

The poacher isn't an animals friend

And never good tidings will he send

We can do without these poachers who

Prefer grey skies instead of blue

Breeve in nature while on a walk

Bless the Owls and Sparrow Hawk 

Colorful flowers bloom along the trail

Try an iced lemonade mixed with ale

Beyond the trees the mountains call

Flow the rapids from the waterfall

Quiet majesty of the forest friends

From homes underground they do ascend

We listen as the oceans roar

When sitting on rocks or sandy shores

The world is vast and breathing in

So listen closely as you are leaving

As when the tide turns it will breeve out

Whisper softly and please don't shout

For all gods creatures at the end of day

Just want to rest relax or play

Beyond the trees the mountains call

Flow the rapids from the waterfall

Quiet majesty of the forest friends

From homes underground they do ascend

Underneath the canopy of the golden sun

Climbing trees as the river runs

The forest joins in humming its tune

Silence is golden " You will hear it soon

When day is done and dusk moves in

It’s time for nocturnal life to begin

The crickets come out "Whistle to the Moon"

And fireflies dance to the month of June

Beyond the trees the mountains call

Flow the rapids from the waterfall

Quiet majesty of the forest friends

From homes underground they do ascend

A lullaby is about to start

singing sweetly to our hearts

Beneath the show of star lights glow

Feeling sleepy to bed we go

The forest kingdom now dark and quiet

The Birds are nested so not in sight

Sleeping softly in our comfy bed

To dream of tomorrow and the path ahead

White Stag

 Long lost times of memories past

A special wish I hoped would last

My strength of spirits to fight for ties

Only to receive such un-forgiving lies

Words that fill my broken heart

Crossed paths ahead I failed to start

Weakness gave in to love entwined

Time moves on for me I find

When hope is lost and fear appears

The white stag arrives from wild frontiers

He stares at me this early dawn

Lowers his head and reveals his horns

He gives a sense of divine guidance

Hidden from the world in silence

Time stands still as he lends his voice

Somehow managing to help rejoice

The sign that states I can again begin

To follow the path of dreams and kings.

The white stag and his majestic beauty

Came freely whispering of his duty

Find the right path to be taken

Do not hesitate or be mistaken

He gives a sense of divine guidance

Hidden from the world in silence

Time stands still as he lends his voice

Somehow managing to help rejoice

He gives a gentle nod of blessing

And gently returns to spirits waiting

I faced a world that was quite broken

As no good words to me were spoken

Now the truth will prevail for me once more

With the allegiance that I once swore

I will remember his blackberry eyes

And forget dark extremes and vicious lies

Receiving his gift as I did today

Hoping to see him return this way

He gives a sense of divine guidance

Hidden from the world in silence

Time stands still as he lends his voice

Somehow managing to help rejoice

I thank the spirits for their guidance

And the white knight stag for his kindness

He gives a noble nod and blessing

As he returns to spirits bending

Counting Sheep

 

I look like a Junkie who needs a shot

I'm Comatose like a dead Robot

Just simply Over doze on sleep

Not over dosed on pills or weed

Pajama's I have lots of pairs 

with lots of styles for me to wear

Warm and cosey sometimes with shorts

Not the type from the Tennis Courts

I'm suffering from an over doze

As I just need my sleep

I wont wake up till I'm hungry enough 

It must be time to eat

I look cool in orange and even stripes

I suppose that I am one of those types

That couldn't care less when my eyes are shut

Of how my sleep wear looks uncut

I look like a Junkie who needs a shot

I'm Comatose like a dead Robot

Just simply Over doze on sleep

Not over dosed on pills or weed

I'm suffering from an over doze

As I just need my sleep

I wont wake up till I'm hungry enough 

It must be time to eat

I look cool in orange and even stripes

I suppose that I am one of those types

That couldn't care less when my eyes are shut

Of how my sleep wear looks uncut

Don't do Nightmares or even dreams

Just shut eye and I guess it seems

I sleep for days and when woke up

I turn over sigh then ask whasssup

I need my sleep and cant get enough

12 hours straight and still feel rough

No alarms to set and wont regret

Missing meals or drinks and aint dead yet

Not like a Junkie who needs a shot

I'm Comatose like a dead Robot

Just simply Over doze on sleep

Not over dosed or counting sheep

I need my sleep and cant get enough

12 hours straight and still feel rough

Just simply Over doze on sleep

Not over dosed or counting sheep

Cant get enough Cant Get enough

12 hours or more and still feel rough

I'm taking another nap

For now good night" That is a rap"

Over dozed not counting sheep

Just simply a snooze and little Bo' Peep

I need my sleep cant get enough

12 hours from now I'll still feel rough

Time for me to take another nap

For now good night" That is a rap"

Arctic Fox

 Treacherous Snow on mountains and rocks

Reveals the Foot print of the Fox
The White arctic breed, The rocky Ranger
Out of sight of  predators avoiding danger

Her eyes wide open while hunting Vole
Under the Ice of the North Pole
Observing and listening
Her hearing acute
She leaps and lands into the chute

Burrowing creatures can not hide
Trapped by the Fox on all sides
Trying to find a meal for her young
She knows this night has just begun

The Skill of the Fox is a sight to see

When over ice above the sea

The winter holds no fear for her

She hunts in a waterproof coat of fur

Cold harsh winds  blow long and hard
But the fox is cunning and plays her card

With ears pinpointing the slightest sound
From pools below the Icy Ground

She listens closely and then jumps so high

In a milli second she's in the sky
Capturing her prey with just one leap

She lands so hard and buried deep

The Skill of the Fox is a sight to see

When over ice above the sea

The winter holds no fear for her

She hunts in a waterproof coat of fur

Its very silent out on the plain

As night after night its her terrain

So swift and sleek  like Fire and ice

Hunting Vole and desert Mice

She can guide you home if you were lost

Just follow her across the frost

She has a Keen instinct, Navigates the land

Back to the Mountains She commands

Treacherous Snow on mountains and rocks

Reveals the Foot print of the Fox

She has a Keen instinct, Navigates the land

Back to the Mountains She commands