CherryRhymes

photo credit: Life on Earth documentary 1979 https://youtu.be/-o-9h_hGpn8?si=8-9YjXRmWzD-_yS4 I hear birds chirping I see blue bells, green grass, pink tulips and peonies I walk through the forest I hear the footsteps of those before me I watch a little girl, cry, scream, beg and plea I hear children counting to 100 I hear songs of rhymes that make me move like the animals in the wild Someone turned 100 today Whose gifts of experience are the world's treasures He shared with

I walk through the garden In winter, spring, summer and fall When the ground is covered in snow Everything barren, only evergreens glow I walk in the greenhouses Where bonsais, dessert and tropical plants grow Even in winter, trees bear fruits big and small I walk in the garden when ice melts to walk among cherry blossom petals While scents of lilacs fill the air I walk in spring when bluebells cover the ground Tulips of varied colors, standing tall among flowering Magnolias

Wind whispered rhymes Sun rose before it's time The sand dunes appeared endless The clear skies warned Clouds will come and collide Rain will come and Water will rise covering the land Tranquil sea I cannot see Until dreams of yesterday come to be

The earth horse trotted along the shore, on mountains through farms and forests Rain started to fall little raindrops on leaves glistened The horse trotted on mud, over tree branches, uphill and downhill On sand, soil and grass It felt the leaves and tree branches caressing the face It felt the cool wind and saw rays of sunlight peeking through clouds It heard the bird's songs It walked, trotted and cantered on wide and narrow paths day and night guided by the sun and moonlig

I remember the stuffed toys of our childhood It decorated the shelves in the bedroom Some were inside the glass cabinet some smooth , some rough, some soft and cuddly some I like to squeeze and hug. There were many favorites but one was the cat stuffed toy that was softest to the touch. It sat on the shelf for decades Even as I grew, the stuffed animal's fur remained clean and soft. There were sweet treats too The colorful translucent animal gummies bigger than my little fist

I see the vineyards with no leaves no grapes the winter skies dropped over night 2 feet of snow covered the land with ice the branches bent with the heavy weight but underneath the snow the roots spread and gripped Imbibing, nourishing, waiting soon, the frigid air will warm the leaves will start to sprout flowers will bloom the fruits of the vine ripened with time with the hope someday will produce fine wine

Snow falls day and night Covering the land with ice With freezing hands and feet, They glide, climb and run They lunge, twirl and jump some will stand tall with Bronze, silver and gold around their necks Some will sit and curl in agony of defeat But they get up despite the pain For nothing fuels the invisible fire of hope than the burning desire called Dreams

streets of NYC 1-30-2026 It was cold outside But those who came out on January 30 Had pretty good reasons to not fear the cold Whenever people gather together, There is warm glow Though their feet were cold from walking on snow They walked on They raised their fists and signs for everyone to see They are the ones with the clear vision of what our common home should be They are not dictated by orders of hate and doubt But by the loud gentle beats of their hearts Their voices

It may be dark, and frigid outside but the flame in our hearts keep burning bright It can't be extinguished Rays of Light will shine through even the tiniest crevices of doubt Soothing us, comforting us In the coldest days and nights. Snow may have covered the land But there are seeds lying deep underground Waiting for spring to come.

photo credit: photo credit: https://www.pbs.org/wgbh/nova/article/dandelion-seed-flight/ When we walk, we see the weeds on the ground In the paved roads between cracks along country, urban and forrest trails After the frigid winter, the mark of spring begins The flowers and grass grow we see bright yellow weeds and brown seeds in white puff balls appear. When the the wind blows, We see that nature's wonder never cease.