Wandering through meadows in brightest sunlight, Wading through flowers with colours so bright, While butterflies flutter with shimmering wings. This beauty around me is but a skin, Over reality lying within, That eyes cannot see, but are beautiful too. The way that atoms arrange to allow, Light to give colours to what we see now, And life to the beings that dance all around. The blue of the sky above me does hide, Wonder...

When Bear woke up, Girl was curled up on her side, inside his body, snuggled up to him for warmth, the blanket mostly covering her, except for one foot, which stuck out. The fire had died some time ago, and it was cool inside the cabin. Bear raised his head, and looked fondly at the sleeping form beside him, then shook his head and thought, Silly Girl! Cautiously, so as not to wake her, he moved away from her and went out...

Focus on the beauty, the geometrical phenomenon of frozen water in spectacular crystallized form. Each one appears different from the next and captivating to behold. And while these minuscule bits of ice appear white due to the diffuse reflection of the whole spectrum of light through each tiny facet, they are actually quite clear. As she sat staring out the window into the great expanse of snow, she allowed herself to dr...

Snow danced and swirled, driven across the lake by brisk winds. Jenn looked out her cabin’s window and sighed. She put more wood on the fire. The cabin was small enough that a wood stove was sufficient for heat. Sitting at a table by the window, Jenn leafed through her sketchbook. It was filled with drawings of snowflakes. Jenn had not yet figured out what she was trying to capture in these drawings. She just kept observi...

The days passed in lazy friendship, while Girl’s bruises and aches slowly started to heal. Finally came the day when she was tired of behaving sensibly, and hanging around the cabin all the time. No matter how entertaining – or infuriating, or amusing – the Bear could be, she was aware that the world around them was beautiful, and she was seeing only the part she could witness from the cabin’s porch. So, they began a seri...

When Bear returned from getting his lunch and marking the boundaries of his territory, Girl was again asleep in the rocking chair. One hand was trailing down the side, her head lolled against a shoulder, and she was drooling slightly. He stopped to look at her, and again shook his head. “Poor kid.” He gently picked her up and carried her into the great room of the cabin. She stirred, smiled, leaned her head against his ch...

  I will tell you that you are beautifulone thousand times,then a thousand times more.I will talk to your heart,then whisper to your soul.And when I finally see you and touch you,I will tell you that you are beautifulone thousand times,then a thousand times more.Words will betray me a thousand times,but I will tell you that you are beautiful, then tell you a thousand times more.  

Screams erupted from every ride in the carnival, even the not-particularly-scary ones like the Ferris Wheel and the Turtle Train, as Conor walked the midway. The smell of funnel cakes and corn dogs and cotton candy washed over him. Discarded hamburgers and crushed lemons from discarded cups of lemonade littered the ground. He looked in the hall of Funhouse mirrors and saw the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Long red...

Fascinating glass castle encircled by trees loaded with chocolates and creamy fountains.  She embarked on the castle and saw ladies in gowns smirking as if happiness eternally endures there. In the throne, she glimpsed the most elegant lady, her Mom. "Wake up," told her dad. She mumbled, "Beautiful Star from Heaven!"    

The only true beauty in her life. It shall always be a secret. Deception is the thrill, wonder, and exquisite pain she feels. She absorbs it each time surreptitious contact is made.  Complete and utter trust. Accepted and used. She lives in wonderment that she found it. Just for her. Just for them. To share. Only a dreamy fantasyland.  But more real than reality in the yearning, boundless hallways of her mind. A world vis...

A ray of sunlight shoots through my window  temporarily blinding me until it bursts into millions of shooting stars making a kaleidoscope of colors across my bedroom wall. My day has begun.

"We Stand in Awe" (c) Mike Stone(inspired by “A BRAVE AND STARTLING TRUTH” by Maya AngelouRaanana, February 21, 2019) The universe is not the miracle,The flaming suns are but cold-blooded thingsNor is this Earth, an uncertain platformOf shifting surfaces underneath our feetAnd seas flooding our man-made worksOr disappearing in distant mirages,Nor the mountains growing to breathless heights.These are not miracles.It is we...

There is no doubt that poetry has a unique ability to move the human spirit; an ability shared only with music and far more so than even the greatest prose, however impassioned. It is, therefore, no surprise that the greatest composers have felt impelled to set poetry to music; and whilst the lyrics of much popular music are repetitive and banal, the works that will survive are those where the words tell a story or expres...

Life would be meaningless without your love, the sound of the whispering rain on fallen leaves stirring up the fresh smell of air that has been scrubbed clean wasted without your heart to share it with.  Because without you there is only the thought of you, creating an all-consuming emptinessthat demands to be pursued to realize any semblance of happiness.  Without you, there may be life but there certainly would be no jo...

I love going for walks in my hometown. It’s a very small town, but its natural beautyis unbelievable. Words cannot do it justice. There is one particular nature trail thatI do enjoy taking whenever I get the chance.  It starts at the Horsebrook Trailer Parkand Campground that is located almost at the end of town, and it leads to a long dirt road.  During my walks one of the things I have noticed is the smell of the trees;...