the wind and the rain

a little girl playing in the sand
dancing with joy in the light
twirling away in the summer's wind
and everything was beautifully right

a single drop falls right on my head
and upwards she glances, stunned
but it has passed and onwards she moves
basking with grace in the sun

the smallest of puddles down at her feet
she stomps just to watch it move
she tries to hold some in her hands
and laughs as it falls through

but the little girl's not laughing now
as the storm comes flooding in
knees to her chin, hugging them close
drenched through clothes and skin

everything's lost to the wind and the rain
there's nothing but darkness to see
the little girl's gone and all that remains
is the shell of what was to be

submitted by "the Face of Boe"

Trust and Love

Trust is hard to gain
Love is hard to lose
I hate going through this pain
I hate missing you.

Trust is time
love is blind
I wish you were here
I wish you were mine
Trust is blank
Love is bold
To me you're so fake
I've also been told.

Trust is love
Love is trust
Both of these combined
Is a must.

-Submitted anonymously

Big and Small

Big things are beautiful;
a canyon gorge deep
a breath-taking view.
The mountain side steep
and ocean so blue.
A great redwood tree
and vast prairie plains
as far as I can see.

And small things are beautiful;
A butterfly wing,
the beak of a bird
that breaks open to sing.
An opening bud,
the veins of a leaf
a baby bunny,
one child's belief.