Broken promises by corporate men.

Damage too large to understand.

Makes me fear for the safety of our dear land.

Waters cascade from the sky, landing where once there were trees.

Trees that would stop the flood upon our ground.

Now all you can hear is the crashing sound.

As the water rises up through the woodland ground.

Carried for miles by the wind.

Who knows where it is destined.

Save your loved ones, valuables too, flee to the top.

Hope someone rescues you, or at least soon the rains will stop.

Praying for an end.

For it will take the hands of a god to make amend.

For the damage caused by our corproate friends.

Rise to the land far above the sea,

Where the clouds float endlessly.

High above the world a land of imagination,

Where the dreams are pure and filled with fascination.

Take me away lets float in a balloon so high,

Grab a soft, fluffy cloud as we pass by.

Fresh water so pure a waterfall of delight,

I could stay in this dream all through the night.

© Cynthia Clark

The Air Farm Failure of 2018

So close, and yet too far

They tried, oh yes they tried

The fertility farmers watched the river mar

The land below as dozens died.

Their balloons failed to carry them in time

There is no hope for those below

The church bell death knells chime

Only those of us who see can know.

Neither land nor sky can limit the mind

Neither clouds nor air can block the soul

The aura of our existence is beyond beauty,

Beyond seas and trees.

We are Beauty.

Further than the HereAfter,

Dreams, Imaginations, memories,

There is No wall, there is no time,

There is no Space.

Just is

A Journey of the Mind

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Dreams are like Waterfalls

They flow through our minds

Buried in the deepest parts; hidden from our sight.

Stored in our mental realm, they float on a cloud.

Rivers of memories that pour down the waterfalls of our mind bring forth stories as we sleep at night.

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Skyroad:

I will meander

where there's no

road,

tail I will wiggle to

create easy passage;

at final stop,

goodies I will

discharge for all to

benefit,

land I will make fertile,

yoke I will lift off

your shoulder,

land I will befriend,

concordance of peace,

I will make with sun.

I see tree's so green, a river flowing through. It's floating high in the sky, a mile or two. I also see hot air balloons in the distance, there far away. Clouds of white, and maybe grey.

When you open the book of imagination, behold, the whole world ls opened to you.

Poetry, true. Drama, comedy, and adventure or two.

Open a book, let the world come to you!

The Sun

The sun sits so high in the sky,

Your morning rise and golden color represents royalty.

A birds eye view you get as you soar so high,

The warmth from your rays, feels good to me.