A stillness flows over the open land
A blanket, the sky is my quiet shield
The ocean rolls softly toward the sand
Powers of this setting sun is revealed
Stretching out attempting to catch its rays
Letting them fall softly upon my hand
Wonderful feelings, always to amaze
Overcome by this sight so still I stand
Watching the horizon as colors spread
The big ball of fire is distinctly white
Crowned in yellow fading to orange-red
Giving my heart such a delightful sight
Until total darkness I’ll hold this place
With the feeling this land is full of grace
Do You Believe in Magic?
It happened so quick!
In my head it was hectic!
Got such a feeling
Knowing I wasn’t getting sick!
And it wasn’t some kind of trick!
Was surely chronic!
Sweating, was getting frantic!
At the sight of her
Breathing was getting drastic!
Rushing heart, I did panic!
Have lost all logic!
She caused erratic static!
Entering the room
My illness is I’m lovesick!
Do you believe in magic?
Rain in the Oak Forest, Ivan Shishkin (1891)
Rain in the Oak Forest, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Breathe boldly, inhale as deep as you can
Feel the sensation of the flavored air
Stretch your arms so to create an eagle’s span
Then invigorate your pace if you dare
Chase the deer should they suddenly appear
Search for the nymph if it is your pleasure
Listen ever closely as they are near
But they will respond becoming a blur
It’s magic being in the oak forest
With the light tapping of each drop of rain
When the dark forest can be its brightest
Feeling the rain washing away your pain
Come and hitch a ride on a unicorn
Rain at your face, a time never to mourn