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Bewildered and Lost
Samuel E. Stone

A Drop of Rain


Clouds of darken grey covering the sky,
as a cold, sharp wind just begins to blow,
for some reason we never wonder why,
so much we see, yet so little we know.

Lives suspended in a single drop of rain,
falling from the sky into the vast ocean,
in the darkness one feels the eternal pain,
cherished moments of love and devotion.

Spring showers turn to winter’s storms,
running here and there not knowing where,
college students party in their lonely dorms,
the little we know, we often forget to share.

Lightening streaks with a sudden bright flash,
followed by the thunder’s unmistakable roar,
minds and spirits, love and hate forever clash,
the rain continues to beat with an endless pour.

Just a single drop of rain for you, and me,
bewildered by the life we often try to lead,
reflecting on what is or might come to be,
never hearing Mother Nature’s silent plead.





A Fragile Cry


A gentle breeze in the warm Spring air,
high up in an old tree a song bird sings,
the sights and sounds of nature to share,
as a bald eagle soars spreading his wings.

Captivating moments of rapture and peace,
beneath vast skies of deep penetrating blue,
relishing hearts desiring hope’s new lease,
as nature’s splendor blends Spirits ever true.

The air holds the essence of a new Spring,
it’s tantalizing aroma we can almost taste,
such an enhanced memorizing effect it brings,
we forget we’re responsible for all the waste.

Claiming progress we’ve devoured the
land,
done without meaning or purposeful intent,
worried about power, riches, and one’ s tan,
not wanting to see the damage we pretend.

The coming of new Spring reminds us all,
of the magnificent splendor of nature’ s past,
the elegance, the beauty, an evergreen so tall,
but if we do not learn sadly it will never last.





A Grain of Sand

A single grain of sand,
in the hourglass of time,
wandering across the land,
complexity within the mind.

Stumbling in utter confusion,
self-worth can’t be bought,
caught up in society’s illusion,
forgetting our young are taught.

Life is so simple by design,
basic truths along the way,
our greed tends to confine,
bringing sadness to the day.

In a simple grain of sand,
our secrets it can often hid,
never any underlying plan,
coming and going in the tide.

Pleasure there to behold,
trusting hearts that endure,
without greed stories told,
of love’s pleasure so pure.





A Constant Force

Passing in the still of the night,
without a whisper or a sound,
disappearing in the sunlight,
mysterious yet ever so profound.

It is how we all plan each day,
from the morning into the dark,
without it we would lose our way,
in society it truly leaves a mark.

Passing with a constant flow,
as the days turn into weeks,
it never seems to run slow,
or fast never hitting the peaks.

The truth to the mystery is bold,
captivating both body and soul,
affecting the young and the old,
in the end it always takes its toll.

Start to finish, always there,
cycling though one’s mind,
from, no one knows where,
the simple complexity of time.





Adventure of this Land

Vivid colors of the rainbow in dawn’s light,
brings visions of relief to help us all to cope,
the grey thunderous storms fade from sight,
born a new day without rain is are only hope.

Simple acts of nature hold such eternal power,
as a lite drizzle suddenly turns to pounding rain,
rising waters create raging rivers that can devour,
bringing death, destruction, misery, and such pain.

Never appreciating what we have until it is gone,
each day is a gift from the heavenly God up above,
from devastation, what we once had we now long,
shattered, in a moment of time taking what we love.

Thoughts we never had now playing upon our mind,
left with an emptiness consumed with feelings so sad,
yesterday, today, tomorrow, blurred into passing time,
it doesn’t help to get frustrated, angry, or even mad.

Life is journey of survival, a test of our human will,
a struggle, waging conflict with the elements at hand,
but soon the rising waters will once again become still,
another day living the omnipotent escapades of this land.





Aging Cries

Tick, tick goes the sound of time,
in a constant motion it passes by,
just a measurement of the mind,
many questions we wonder why.

To the young time last forever,
long days, nights even longer,
thinking we are just so clever,
we age and become stronger.

Suddenly the years do pass,
once young now we’re old,
understanding nothing last,
now weak we were so bold.

Aging process has it’s way,
starting to notice in the light,
burden by the end of the day,
consumed by coming night.

Tic, tic, goes Grandfather clock,
life is gone before our very eyes,
essence of time can’t be blocked,
the cheers muffled by aging cries.



　

Alaska Revisited

Rolling mountains with snow capped peaks,
beneath an angelic silvery sky cast in stone,
great land of Alaska bold yet ever so meek,
shimmering lights setting an unruffled tone.

Bald eagles soaring proudly across the sky,
harbor seals fishing for all they need to eat,
carved out of ice and stone bold yet so shy,
where raw essence and placid beauty meet.

Bears on the shore, streams turn to the ocean,
salmon jumping, bears catching one by one,
magnificent splendor set in natural devotion,
as timeless unity revolving never to be done.

Waterfalls cascading with a translucent flow,
on jag it rocks to the raging rivers and streams,
with nature’s secrets we’ll never come to know,
while a cloudy veil of fog lingers as if in a dream.

Natural serenity transforms into an artistic delight,
one with nature brings a contentment ever so rare,
the Northern lights dance, such a captivating sight,
in Alaska where nature devotes of herself to share.


　

Before Our Eyes

The wet ocean mist,
waves on the shore,
just like a gentle kiss,
knocking on the door.

Skies ever so blue,
sun shining bright,
ocean vast and true,
turn to one so right.

Seagulls softly soar,
over the sandy beach,
ocean’s mighty roar,
so much it can teach.

The whitecaps pound,
constantly in motion,
howling wind sounds,
invoking our emotions.

The enigma of the sea,
stands before our eyes,
as mighty as it can be,
beneath the blue skies..