STACIA LYNN REYNOLDS

STACIA

LYNN REYNOLDS

MELODY OF LIFE

The bird sings my song,

Every morning at dawn

When the buds begin- To form

On the trees, through

The April rains.

The melody rises, with

The hues of the East

Sun’s horizon.

A soft breeze blows, as

The tree’s leaves dance

To the bird’s serene tune-

Into the May of Spring- A spring:

Of life

Of contentment

Of thankfulness.

Recognition- Is found,

Every dawn

As the East horizon brightens

The day…

Cycling the song,

Revealing that I belong

To nature’s melody that is played.

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ANGEL OF THE NIGHT

She lights up the darkness

With her melody.

The barren surroundings

Await her grace,

And longs

For her music in the night.

Her being lingers

With each step

Through the ravenous forest,

Casting a night glow

Upon the path.

A brilliant glimmer

Of incandescent light,

Aluminates tiny flowers

Like the finest diamonds.

She is a creature of comfort

Between the setting

And the rising

Of the sun.

Providing peacefulness

During the black clouds

Of midnight.

A hope when perception

Is obscure.

Her melody

Is filled

With solace compassion,

Bringing repose

To the torment

Of the surrounding darkness.

She is the radiant angel of the night…

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COHABITATION

Green grass grows underneath the tree below,

Fed by sunlight that peeks through its strength.

Cohabitation of beauty,

Reveals the relationship of stable nature.

One may see abstract meaning at its view,

And others observe nature’s design.

Perceived as illusion to self may be,

Or through state of being others perceive.

The mind holds dear the relationship here,

The covering protection of its life.

They protect each other, with their cover.

Through the winds and rain, dauntless remain.

©STACIA
LYNN REYNOLDS