Divine is the time that rotates our days and nights,
Heavenly are the skies that brighten us with rays of light.
Tranquil are the trees that sway and stand in glorious might,
Peaceful is the nature we see and the birds that take flight.
The leaves that grow greener in the warm summer days,
The bees that whiz past the tulips in the summer haze.
The sun that shines so bright with warmth that never fades,
The blissful harmony that imbues us; when the children play.
Rhyming the words of a paradise that we want in this world,
Writing and expressing emotion's pearls that flies like the birds.
Twilight of unimaginable sights; unfathomable meanings,
Provoking our thoughts to think of every reason to our breathing.
During the star filled nights when the bats are out and about,
And the owls hoot wide awake when there is no sound.
The odd street light that flickers in the cold silence;
and the wandering dog; belonging to no one that know's no bounds.
Pen to paper; writing from the dictation of the heart,
describing the images that are seen from the eyes,
Becoming the light that will eradicate all that is dark,
elaborating on what is truth with thoughts of the mind.
Truth is a reality; a faded fantasy with regrets we have to see,
Chasing illusions unreachable with an empty hand; wandering in agony,
look at our frame of minds; our encoded mentalities,
thinking everything will be just fine when we have our friends and families;
knowing little that nothing is truly real until it has to be.