Poem: Storm clouds

Storm clouds

Storm clouds gather fast,
Thunder rolls, lightning flashes—
Nature’s fierce dance cast.

Thunder rolls above,
Lightning’s dance across the sky—
Nature shows its fury.

In this powerful dance,
Elements in bold discourse,
Commanding our glance.

Alive with true colors,
Nature’s light show of fear, power—
A spectacle for hours.

Over in minutes, grey clouds emptying their fury,
Onwards we watch the show.
Safe inside while storm rages outside,
Picking up the mess, nature’s reminder:
We are visitors in the garden of life.

Poem: Farewell Ripples

Farewell Ripples

You’re not alone, even in calm waters; always listen to your heart.

One final signal before that connection fades, yet remains unforgotten.

We spoke to each other only in passing, by chance, improbable odds aligning.

The brief crossing of paths, a moment to sail in different directions.

Before darkness descends once more, silence follows, and we seek the next connection.

As we pass, the ripples you created touched many—a kindness spreading across the sea creatures.

You shone like a lighthouse, revealing hidden rocks, even though we shared some of those same obstacles.

Ahead lies a long journey, with many more rocks and storms filled with strong winds threatening to pull you off course.

Remember, you’ll never be truly alone; reach out when you need help.

No matter life’s waves, you can still extend across the vast ocean.

May this ocean provide the support, strength, and love you need.

Seek a similar ship, burdened with rainbows; always reach out when you’re lost.

A lighthouse will guide you back to the right path, a safe haven from life’s icebergs.

Beware of false lighthouses—those seeking control rather than assistance during stormy weather.

Our ships may follow separate paths, but know that we’ll come to your aid if needed—even if it means crossing oceans to find you once more.

We all lose our way at times; it may feel like the end, but it’s just a new beginning.

Life must go on, even with this painful departing message.

You won’t be the last ship I pass and bid farewell to.

Poem: Cycle of life

Cycle of Life

We start with a spark of love
And live a life that kindles more love
When death comes like an old friend
He guides us to the heavens

Our family tree grows green with time
Its earthly musk branches reaching far and wide, full of life
But sometimes one is strapped too soon,
Before it blooms with delicate colorful flowers, creating a family rainbow

The dark grey cloudly sky pours down its blessings then
And tears waters the branches once more, faces of living becoming rivers
We return to the roots of our tree, earth opening accepting us
And rest in peace for evermore

Grief is the price we pay for love
We may not know each branch, but still
They are our kin, our flesh and blood
Their love lives on, eternal and still

Say hello to them for me
Let them lead you to a new life
Smile for death, he’s an old friend
Death is not the end, it is the start