Magical Raindrops
Magical raindrops that sparkle and shine,
brighter than diamonds that come from a mine.
Bright little jewels caught up in sunbeam.
Makes the young girl inside of me dream.
Dream of a misty fairy glade,
Sparkles on every sunlit blade.
Helps that child inside of me see,
a fairy that rides on a bumble bee.
I hear the buzz from flower to flower
As I lay in the magical fairy bower.
I drift into a dreamy haze,
Oh how I miss those long sunny days.
Childhood soon gives way to real life.
Soon I became a mother and wife.
Hard to remember those wonderful days
When dewdrops sparkled in the suns warm blaze.
JKS May 2012
Not my own photography this time, but I have found some wonderful pictures on Photobucket and although I can not give credit to the real photographers I thank them for sharing their work. If anyone will email I will give credit here because I do believe it is real art. The poem is my own.
How does one capture such a thing as this? I have much to learn.
This is incredible don't you think?
Not my own photography this time, but I have found some wonderful pictures on Photobucket and although I can not give credit to the real photographers I thank them for sharing their work. If anyone will email I will give credit here because I do believe it is real art. The poem is my own.
How does one capture such a thing as this? I have much to learn.
This is incredible don't you think?
1 comment:
Wow, that is a beautiful poem. It gives me that 'feeling' of my own childhood.
The pictures are amazing. I know when daughter has photographed things closely I have been completely blown away by some of the details in flowers that we just don't notice when we view them in passing. You are absolutely right, it is a real art form.
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