To this day The vision in my thoughts Gives me reason to pause Whispering your name Aloud
A book, dog-eared pages on the good spots - being read, cover to cover. The sun shining in my face. Tea steeped by the shine of the sun. The glow of love in my heart . The sounds of birds singing in the air. The smell of jasmine wafting through the breeze. Oh, yes. The beauty of the day. Happy Tuesday. Happy day.
Oh, the Golden Days of Summer Senses the need to put some away For that rainy day Ahead
Stick a little sunshine and happiness in your pocket before you go out. You never know where there will be a shortage. — give a little, get a little.
Today is #TreeTuesday initiated by @Old-Guy-Photos. Let's put up some trees today! If you haven't guessed it by now, this tree is one of my favorites. I walk right by him whenever I go out for a run or walk. No matter which way I go, it always comes back to him.
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I know I publish this tree, over and over, possibly in different stages of dress and undress, the season accordingly. Perhaps you recognize him? Or perhaps you don't recognize him with his leaves on? Excuse the redundancy. My life and this tree pass each other, daily at least, sometimes three times daily.
Petals in the attic, flowers on the floor Set aside the wonder - before cold invades my soul Explore the splendor, preserve the joy I can nearly form an image – a picture in my mind
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A piece of the green, as it may be, will someday grow up to be a tree. Conceivably.
May I interrupt this #TreeTuesday for a moment or three? A flower. There must always be a flower. This flower is dedicated to #TuesdayOrange #ColorChallenge by @Kalemandra, who colors my world, every single day.
Our eyes lock, strangely neither minding The intrusion of space I close my eyes to the day, but, lay very much awake Watching you disappear into obscurity
Let the sun shine in on your life So the joy may touch your soul
Oh, the allure of all things lovely.
She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent! But I was too young to know how to love her...
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince
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I want to thank you for coming along as I perused the likes of #TreeTuesday, eclectic and true, brought by me to you. And just that quick, this show is over. Tag me and I will visit your trees too! Thank you!
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Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post, again and again, I am encouraged by you, for the time you take to visit, comment or even upvote. For all of these reasons, I am eternally grateful. Don't ever forget what a wonderful world we live in, people. Let's hold hands around the globe and make this earth really spin. Some days, it is not as easy to see, how wonderful it really is. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
they set my aunts house on fire i cried the way women on tv do folding at the middle like a five pound note. i called the boy who use to love me tried to ‘okay’ my voice i said hello he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying, and these are what my prayers look like; dear god i come from two countries one is thirsty the other is on fire both need water.
later that night i held an atlas in my lap ran my fingers across the whole world and whispered, "where does it hurt?" it answered,
"everywhere" "everywhere" "everywhere"
warsan shire
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