life through fresh eyes

As the sky went pink he turned and said to me

You know that you’re better than anybody 

That was such a big statement so I turned back and said 

Better than anybody you’ve ever met? 

He said it was my mind, he could talk to me all day

My looks never once came into play

We sat on the sunflowers 

Whilst the sun went down slowly for hours 

He said the way I see things is magical and wonderful 

I am brave and strong, but also vulnerable 

As the sky turned orange he turned to me again 

Please can you tell me, what is your name? 

Amy I said, as the sky turned grey

He then turned around to me to say 

Amy, you know the sky has been grey all of this time

I said let’s enjoy the last bit of sunshine 

I picked him a flower but it stung his hand 

He said it was a nettle, which I didn’t understand

I said what I’ve been seeing isn’t lies 

You just need to look at life through fresh eyes

animal kingdom

it’s time to take back our planet now we are all free
what a wonderful life this is going to be
humans now contained, to see no daylight for weeks
whilst we utilise our space, to make it less bleak
the future is looking clear, like the shallow waters I’m finally drifting in
let’s take back our kingdom, which we have for so long been prisoners in
let’s graze through the grass and never stop running
through empty fields, they will see us coming
every species you can imagine, back where we belong
they will watch from their windows as we stand strong
we will all meet in unison, never to be separated
a force to be reckoned with, a new life that we’ve created
food for us all, eachother we can not eat
the humans can’t eat us either, as we are out of reach
they will watch along as we reclaim our land
once out of hiding, they will no longer stand
their only choice is to step down, for us to show our refinement
in a land filled with colour, and no more confinement

A life of freedom

I’ve found that this life isn’t for me
I have always envisioned myself to be free
Where love knows no boundaries
Hate was a myth
A work of fiction you’d read about – but never did exist
Your imagination could run a marathon
But never get tired
Modesty was an attribute to be admired
A mind and body in complete serenity
Working hand in hand to utilise every memory
We worshipped one another religiously
A new story book of imagery
A homemade remedy
Where religion wasn’t an entity
Animals had a safe haven
Humans were not so brazen
They roamed free amongst our bodies
We feed each other all the nutrition we need
Kindness and trust – ingested as a whole
Love throughout the mind, body and soul
Eyes overloaded with green
Nature was all that was seen
Flowers growing from every corner of the planet
Wildlife thriving as no one would damage it
A life left untouched
But never lonely – not once in our clutch
Where we lived as one
Our creator was the sun
We were never to be divided
Forever in the light we resided

To Heaven on Thistlecrack

The clock reached 9am and it was time to go, 

where that is, I do not know, 

an ice cream on the beach with a chocolate flake, 

as the tide rolls in

a beautiful painting this would make, 

maybe a garden with a towering oak, 

beside that a still pond – a frog will croak, 

a sunflower field – being surrounded by yellow, 

a roaring bonfire – to toast a marshmallow, 

a setting of beauty – the fall of autumnal leaves, 

a vision of wonderland – to how I perceive, 

the taste of a crunchy apple or a sugar sweet pear, 

wherever it is I may go, 

Thistlecrack take me there. 

At One With Nature

They say I’m grounded but what they can’t see,
Are the plants that have wrapped themselves around me,
Amongst the soil my feet lay bare,
Whilst of my body, nature takes care,
The lilies wrap around my lungs,
Take a deep breath in and here it comes,
The honeysuckle wraps around my heart,
Securing any holes that have been torn apart,
The sage wraps around my spine,
A refreshing touch, with my nerves they intertwine,
With all these components I am surrounded,
That is the key to staying grounded,
The rhubarb grows between my rib cage,
A little bit of sharpness to compliment the sage,
A recipe book created by yours truly,
Inspired by the components of my body,
The iris grows behind my eye,
Deep violet petals disperse when I cry,
The hollyhocks hold my hands,
The ferns feel my feet,
Without these keeping me grounded, I’d be incomplete,
With all these components I am surrounded,
These are the things that keep me grounded,
The secret to becoming your own creator,
Is to be at one with nature.