The air is crisp and clean and one can see the forests for miles around, a few rooftops peeking out between the trees. The only sounds to be heard are the birds, the rustle of the leaves in the breeze, and my own labored breath. It was worth the climb up the mountain to see and feel all this beauty....

The sky is filled with different colors

Reds and pinks and oranges too

The ground, blossoming with flowers

The owls going “who”

As they sleep for the day

The clouds the shape of cotten candy

And I can almost touch them.

The trees, how lush with greenery

Towering to the sky.

Nature is still

The mountains, rocky and shy

I here a whisper saying “All is calm”

The peacefulness of dawn,

Like a whispe...

Haiku: Spring

from her sleep she wakes

new life bursts through from the earth

hope and joy she brings

By Zyrool

31/3/25...

Mountains lined up along the horizon to meet the rising sun. The sky painted with streaks of pinks and oranges, the heaven’s beauty breaking through the clouds that lightly misted the skies. Snowy caps glistened as the sunlight touched their surface, soft and gentle like a loving hand. A breeze whispered around the mountain, comforting and familiar, an old friend. Dark crags were given shine as th...

Would you love me if I asked you to?

Still love me if I dared,

to take the leap, unveil my heart

A secret never shared

Could you love me like you needed to?

Still love me when it hurts?

Believe me when I’m real with you,

& trust me with your worsts?

You only know one side of me

You’ve never seen me cry

I want to open up to you

Don’t want to live a lie

Would you love me when the lights turn off?...

I made it through the night

The dawn danced

It glimmered and showed me light

I made it through the night

Shadows are now fought

All that seemed wrong is now right

I made it through the night

Why is it still dim?

I thought I won this fight…

Did I make it through the night

Did darkness win

No I’ll find hope I’ll look to the light

I found the courage within

With each night

Comes a new day...

It’s morning in the mountains

The sun peeks through the pine

After the quiet night

Where the moon and stars shine

When the hoot owls hoot

And the screech owls screech

So much quieter than

The ocean roar at the beach

The birds start chirping

But there’s no other sound

Other than the chipmunks

Running around

And the rush of the water

In the babbling brook

Plus the caws of the crow

And the big old r...

Pink clouds

Orange sky’s

Blue fonts

Laid-back people

Shining the sun

More or less

Flying birds

Flying across us

Flying towards me

Flying to my heart

Fight or flight you ask

Ride or die I am

Sad nor sorrow

Happy like lads

Stuck like glue

Stuck from you

Runing along

Catching up

Floating and so on

I kept you in mind

To see the signs

My heart flys right past

With the birds of a...

“Here,” He said, handing me a s’more.

“Thanks,” I flashed my teeth at him. It smelt delicious.

“Do you always come here?” I ask.

“Not all the time, but this view is incredible, so I find time to sneak away and come here.”

“Is this where you’ve been the whole time? I thought you were cheating on me.”

“Never,” He smiled sincerely, then reached out to grab my hand, intertwining our hands to...

sometimes i wonder if we’ve been lied to

and the sky is really just a giant painting

and that plane isn’t actually moving

it’s simply pinned up there, tiny,

and the people are little stick figures

and if i could fly

i would soar higher and higher,

until my hands grazed the sky

and it’d be a giant watercolor canvas....