Sundry Thinking To A Peaceful Awakening.

A way of a fine solitude and the immaculate way of seeing fallen dew.

A breath of fresh air a light atmosphere as time opens up to new.

Definitions of clarity widely pronounced words that suit me just right, with no intellectual challenges I don't have to fight.

A multitude of the ordinance a gift place in hand time echo a changing but not by the hands of man.

A peaceful and serenity of bliss a once challenging moment that you wouldn't miss.

Inner eyes open wide like an elevated tide to know what is to come always conscious and never dumb.

Sunny days turn to winter and then it's gone until seasons pass and winter again come around.

A push of elemental seasons a brush of fresh, cold and hot air surrounds us everywhere.

A changing of a spiritual realm and up to now some haven't noticed its changing ways they are still asking when?

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Clouds.

Clouds pass by each day from morning to night and back again each day. The flowing by of a natural scenic view, as each cloud pass there, comes a new. Some white some grey some with shapes that form high in the air. And as I sit at my window and view them all, big and small flowing clouds seem to be exiting the big sky of the hall. Some pass that looked dark grey with water Yes! Maybe the rain will fall, and they move so crowdedly as some connection to each other for a refreshing rain as mother nature calls. And drip by drip rain will fall from those grey clouds as each one lightens up and more clouds will continue to flow, days on end on the same sky track that each already knows :) And as they continue to flow, the day will end and night will begin to more cloud form on a scenic show. All clouds will continue to flow to go where nobody knows.

Peaceful-Profound And Reformed.

The peaceful way of solitude, an embodiment, and embracement of old things of new. A soft peaceful way, a fresh morning's breeze and look that starts with the stillness of a new silent day. An aroma of a fresh clean scent, a cool wave of air gently flows on the flowers that are full of dew's soft touch that's wet. Pores opened up to a breath of fresh air as a soft wind gently blew through the atmosphere. The sense of silence is everywhere and the tendency of peace is flowing through the air. And the vibrant peaceful flow, a multitude of ordinances wherever you may go.

Gran

Oh, grandmother, you raised me from just a little lad, You were the best grandmother I ever had, You gave me hope and you help me along the way, you made my bad days good oh how I hoped you had stayed. But it was time for you to go I know because with your last breath you said so, You’re with God now and keeping my brother's company when its time for me I hope I’ll be ready, Both of you are now free, and sometimes I feel sad but yet I am happy, You are with God your mummy and pappy. I have grown up and in my head, I’m still hearing, "put God in everything you do". Is what you were always saying.

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