Mountains,
Capped with diamond snow,
Stretching skyward,
Through the clouds,
In the navy sky.

Crystal lakes,
With sandy banks,
And whispering trees,
Among the grass,
Along the shore.

Rivers,
Rushing past,
With roaring waterfalls,
And cool, clear pools,
Along the way.

Prairie grasslands,
With foot-tall grasses,
And wildflowers,
Speckling the sleeping green,
With moonlit moths.

All below
The starry sky,
Home to birds and
Bees and butterflies,
And glorious sunrises.

At midnight,
When the sky is dark,
The crescent moon’s
Dim rays bathing
The earth in light.

And soon to morning,
When moon set comes,
To hide with all the stars,
Leaving moon brought dew
To start a brand new day.

~Jenessa

RATE THIS CHAPTER!

Author guidance for This poem

basically all I'm doing here is showing you my heart, my mind and my soul. These are poems of different styles. Some were written yesterday, some today, and some tomorrow. These are thoughts, things written when my mind exploded with questions. These are poems written not only for me but for people I love, loved, and will love. Some were written for certain people. they know who they are, may they interpret it anyway they like. No one will ever understand the way I think. I'm probably the strangest human on the planet, but every one of these poems is a simple interpretation of a much more complicated dream or invention or idea that has been spun in the twisted spiderweb of my mind. Enjoy...

updated Jul 28 '09 by Jenessa