Rain~

Have you ever noticed how

Rain appears on a mournful day?

Like a gentle fall of the final tears,

Washing all the sorrow and sadness away?

Rain is Heaven's blessing,

Sending you a sympathetic letter.

Once it has come, all the woe gone,

You are cleaned and fell much better.

Like a silver shower

Of soothing calm,

It sings to you:

A serene, gentle psalm.

Raindrops are God' s tears,

Showing you He cares.

You may not see or hear Him,

But He is ever there.

And when the shower ceases,

And the clouds roll away,

A rainbow of hope smiles down,
Marking the start of a new and joyous day.

© Hannah Scarlett 2011

Among The Trees~

The forest stretches over our land,

Consisting of pines, maples, and oaks.

Its vastness and deepness is truly grand,

As you stare in from the outside, it starts to coax...

An when you give in,

Letting your feet tread among the trees,

Trailing your fingertips along their bark,

Their magic takes away your fright, replacing it with ease.

Admiring the gently rustling leaves,

You wander through their cool, dim shade.

The cedars whisper of their comforts,

Yet not a word is said.

As a wind picks up,

Their boughs dip and sway.

You stare in wonder at this dance,

As with the storm they play.

But it all changes

Quite too fast-

First the sun shines,

Then the gale blasts.

You run away,

Your feet trample the ground.

You break from the woods and stop,

Not daring to make a sound.

The wind dies down,

The trees end their dance.

You watch them closely,

Free of their trance.

Then you hear their voice,

Carried to you on a quiet breeze;

They compel you to return,

But you turn and leave.

You've had enough adventures

Today, as you walked among the trees.

 

© Hannah Scarlett 2011