Journey of Life

Life is strange, but things always change,
A road it leads to, I haven't a clue where,
Thorns and Bushes, it has,
Traps and Snares too
But amidst, flowere and butterflies too.

Sadness and Happiness,
Sorrow and Joy.
A part of the Journey all ahead,
Always remembering, a reward, ever so deserving
in the end

Short cuts are many,
Luring they are...
But focused am I, with my loved to guide me.

Know I, that this Journey has
lots in store
To make each step to the very end
Through all of life's hurdles.

SHE
My eyes closed, ...... I see her.
There she is walking on the sand
a mermaid on legs, an angel with no wings
Who is She?
Her eyes sparkling
a twinkling star
her smile ever so radiant
that lit the dark...
that glow that absorbed the whole of me...
Who is She|?
the words she spoke
so tranquil, so loving
ever so soothing
calmed the wild beast
she sits there on the sand
waiting ...
for the choosen one to walk by
take her in his arms
and take her to a land of dreams
a land where love knows no bounds
patience and understanding...
to a place .......
where she can be SHE

Dyson Misquita

My beautiful trees

Trees, oh, trees, my beautiful trees
they chop you down,
to do as they please
they must be brought down to their knees for their disastrous deeds
you shaded me, kept me cool
though often crows shat on my head.
But now your gone,
to become fire wood, a chair, dinner table
what have they done
they dont understand
the ecological balance they have harmed
though nothing can be done to right this wrong
the harm has already been done
when will be the day
Man learns of his doom
that he dreats
everytime a tree has fell

Dyson Misquita