in the clouds

in the clouds

    There are mountains as high as can be, as high as the eyes can see,
   with it's top in the clouds, stretching out across the sky where the birds fly and flock in a crowd,
   Their are trees  up so high, that they almost look like they are touching the sky,
   In a hot air balloon we ride up passing the trees on the air that is cool and sometimes ruff,
With clouds so close they can almost be touched,  
    Rain comes down from above in showers and heavy downpour,
As it's water hugs the earth the growth of life is true and pure,
  In the clouds beauty and prestige always seem to fill it, the sky really seems to be without a limit,

                           By
               Blane R Bunbury

pages in the tree

The element Of me

     I am as water cool and peaceful always flowing, under pressure as I going through life my steam rises up to the heaven forever going, 

   as my peace come over me i am as cold as ice settled in my decisions, movings forward on life's roads not minding the Distance,

   The fire that burns inside of me is as violent as can be, bursting out consuming all types of negativity, it lights up my way guiding me Through the darkness to true relativity, 

In a cold hate filled world with few and genuine friends, it has my all the way to the end,

    Like this air that passes through my life filling me with hope giving me just the freedom I need, to express myself with truth and honestly as if almost for the first time in life I can really Breathe,

   I am the earth itself