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It's Raining
Life is a series of lessons
And many of those bring you pain
But the thing that I like to remember-
The sunshine will follow the rain.
We just can't survive without water
Although we may wish for the sun
A mixture of both is perfection
For us, when our long day is done.
Without rain, there would never be rainbows,
The flowers of spring, they would die-
We couldnt exist without raindrops
Which fall from the heavenly sky.
So I'll never complain when it's raining,
Even if, the sunshine feels the best
To have both, the sunshine and the raindrops
Is what makes life seem perfectly blessed.
A Winters Walk.
Memories come back to me
With the passing of the time,
Walking now this winters day,
I hear the churchbells chime.
The winters sun shines on me,
'Though the air is still and cool,
Peeking out behind the clouds..
Like some ostentatious jewel.
Soon the spring is on us,
My thoughts I cant convey -
But it's time for new beginnings,
It is time to seize the day.
And as I walk, my memories,
Accompany my soul,
Of when I passed this way before
On many a summers stroll.
Of once, when I felt happy...
To view the summers rose,
the tended lawns so stunning
And the garden where it grows..
The gentle winds are blowing,
On a quiet winters morn,
All that's left of the summer rose..
Is a fast decaying thorn.
And now it has departed,
No more to give a thrill,
Killed off by winters climate
And an ever growing chill.
Life is like a winters walk,
A fact I cant deny -
The beauty of the summer, gone-
In the twinkling of an eye.
The Bluebell Woods 
A walk within the bluebell woods
is where I'd like to be,
Your hand so gently wrapped in mine
and mine held tight by thee.
The branches hanging overhead
with sunlight peeking through
Reflecting off the leaves so green
framed by the sky so blue.
Bare feet upon the softened twigs
a squirrel dances past
To just breathe in the forest air
and be with you at last.
I'd pick a single bluebell
and carry it with care
pressed gently twixt some pages
To remind me I was there.
So come and walk beside me
you know it would feel good...
To walk among the bluebells
In my perfect bluebell wood.
Autumn Morning. 
This crystal clear morning just dazzles my eyes,
The sun hanging there like a jewel in the skies,
The birds are all singing in fine fettled voice,
There is reason to smile, and to make me rejoice.
The nightime was perfect with stars in the sky,
With a comforting darkness I could not deny,
And a warmth in the blanket, surrounding my skin,
A contented warm aura, which I felt from within.
The leaves have turned orange, and they fall to the ground,
And land in soft silence, in a fragile small mound,
Like the facets of a diamond, they sparkle in the sun,
To show me the beauty of winter, begun.
The beauty of nature, on this cool Autumn day,
Is enough just to take all my breath clean away,
Yet of all these sights, such a feast to my view,
Not one can compare, to the beauty of you.
Snowflake. 
Listen very quietly
Make no sound at all
Do you hear what I hear?
Gently- snowflakes fall.
Softly they do settle
A blanket of pure white
Illuminating darkness
In the middle of the night.
Don't they just look perfect?
Each snowflake so unique
Adding sparkle to the night
Which could have been so bleak.
I want to touch the snowflakes
And feel them on my skin
They fill my heart with gladness
Waking senses from within.
Their crisp perfection stunning
They are miracles it's true,
Their beauty is just precious
They remind me so of you.
Walk With Me..
Walk with me and you will see
Fields which reach eternity,
Many flowers growing free,
Beneath the shade of giant tree.
Walk with me and you will know
Where all the pretty bluebells grow,
And where the stream will gently flow,
And what a gift God does bestow.
Walk with me, this path along..
Listen to the sweet birdsong,
Know that here we both belong,
In this place which cant be wrong.
I'm glad you took this walk with me,
I'm glad for all the things you see,
I'm sure, at last, you will agree..
There is no finer place to be.
The Rose 
I saw a rose thats growing in the garden by a stream
And had to view it twice, I wasnt sure it was a dream.
Its petals were pure fragrance, enchanting to my soul,
Its beauty was eternal, its vision made me whole.
It captured each emotion of a sunny autumn day
And nothing could improve it, or take my joy away.
I touched its silky petals, like velvet to my skin,
I breathed its perfume deeply, and felt it from within,
I stared at it in wonder, and the location where it grows,
Gods beauty in my garden....His perfection in a rose...
The Pretty Squirrel Tree 
It was there when I moved in,
And I guess it will always be,
With branches stretching to the sky,
My pretty squirrel tree.
It lines the path outside,
I can see it every day,
Its leaves are thick and green,
And I watch it gently sway.
I dont know what its called,
It must surely have a name,
But I dont know what it is
Which is really quite a shame.
It is hollow in the trunk
Like some giant honeycomb,
Where a squirrel has been gnawing
And made himself a home.
It has very pretty branches
As anyone can see,
Which is why I chose to name it,
The pretty squirrel tree.
The Flower and Me. 
Sweet delicate flower, which struggles to grow,
Bravely facing a world, your sweet beauty to show,
Growing alone, from a packet of seeds,
Surrounded by daisies and grasses and weeds.
While all that's around you, is ugly and plain,
You strive for the sunlight, you search for the rain,
And facing the heavens, for energy new,
You make do with a coating of sweet morning dew.
Choked from surviving, and stifled of air,
You bend in the breeze like you haven't a care,
And no-one can see you, or see where you grow,
Though often we've felt it, and know what you know.
Surrounded by others, we each seek the sun,
We all want to feel it, that spirit of fun,
We all have felt strangled, so much we could cry..
Then out of blue..comes a sweet butterfly.
It touches our lives, as it touches the flower,
Right at our deepest, and most darkest hour,
It brings life to our spirit,and helps it to grow,
Both myself and the flower, more alike than we know.
Butterfly
You alighted my life in a spiritual way
Without words, or a look, or a greeting to say.
You came and you saw, and you captured my eye
And you fluttered, and hovered, akin to a sigh.
Your gentleness touched me from somewhere within,
As you danced in the sunlight, just grazing my skin.
You soared to the heavens, right up in the sky,
And I whispered so softly, my peaceful goodbye.
Farewell Butterfly 
Sweet butterfly, enchant me, with your beauty and your grace,
Spirit me within your wings to some far distant place,
Carry me with comfort, to eternal realms of peace,
And let your magic thrill me, and never let it cease.
Sweet butterfly embrace me, and never let me go,
Teach me of such special things that only you can know,
Dance your dance of passion, at every break of day,
And be with me a moment...for I know you cannot stay.
Sweet butterfly, goodbye now,
I know you really cared,
I'm glad I got to see you...
And for the time we shared.
Open up your silken wings and fly into the dawn.....
Perhaps I'll see you once again, some other Autumn morn?
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Perfection
Isn't today just perfect?
Perfect in every way -
From the breeze which rustles through branches,
And the vision of movement in sway.
Isn't the morning perfection?
The dew on the grass as I stroll -
The song of the bird as it swoops on the wing,
An injection of life to my soul.
Isn't our life just so perfect?
Perfect in every way -
Gathering up all our mem'ries,
At the ending of every new day.
Snowdrops in the Springtime
I gathered snowdrops in the springtime
They reminded me of you,
So pure and white and elegant
With an honesty so true.
I gathered roses in the summer
Their frangrance filled the air,
They reminded me of happy days
When I didnt have a care.
I gathered sunflowers in the autumn
They stood so tall and proud,
They looked so gracious in my arms
They called your name out loud.
I gathered Jasmine in the winter
And holly berries too,
My floral year surrounded
By the magic that is you.
Sit Awhile. 
Come take my hand and walk with me,
A secret place, which has no key,
Where grass is thick and lush and green,
And summer flowers can be seen.
We'll count the butterflies in flight,
In shades of blue and gold and white,
And there to make the scene complete,
We'll see a perfect wooden seat.
And so we sit and rest awhile,
And cast each other, restful smile,
And breathe within the scented air,
As if we couldn't have a care.
Under the shade of willow tree,
We'll watch Gods beauty, you and me,
And hear the sweet birds chirping song,
And feel as if, we do belong.
The stream goes gently rushing by,
We watch a dancing butterfly,
And feel the grass between our toes,
And feel at ever sweet repose.
And there upon a branch alights,
A tiny bird in rest from flight,
He sings the sweetest melody,
A song that's just for you and me.
And in the distance sun does set,
And casts a magic silhouette,
We're so glad we walked this way,
And came to sit awhile, today.
Butterfly Love. 
Fluttering in, on the wings of spring,
I bring my heart to you.
Floating on by, in the April sky,
With a love that's ever true.
Bobbing around, without any sound,
I deliver a message of bliss,
Swooping afar, to the place where you are,
I deliver my good morning kiss.
September Rain
Isn't it a shame, that the sweet September rain,
Indicates to me that summer's gone?
As the leaves
are turning brown, very slowly falling down,
And no longer can I hear the sweet birds song.
Although the sky remains as blue, and the air is warm it's true,
I can sense that winter's knocking at
the door.
Now the tourists have all left, so the beach appears bereft,
As I slowly walk along the lonely shore.
With the evenings drawing in, and a coldness from within, I can feel the summer skies begin to fade, With
a teardrop in my eye, as I hate to say goodbye, For I deeply wish that summer could have stayed.
Springtime 
Springtime it is coming, and the ever present thrills
Of the snowdrops as they blossom and the stunning daffodils..
Days are getting longer, the sky is turning blue,
Even trees and flowers, they take on a different hue.
The birds have started singing, as they build a tiny home,
They have settled for the Summer,and they have no need to roam.
Winter clothing packed away, and out with Summer things...
What happy recollections, this season always brings...
Soon will be the Summer, the sunshine and the flowers,
Happy , lazy , sunny days...warm eventful hours.
I do adore the Springtime, with Winter now long past,
How glad I am, after such a time, that Spring is here at last.
Come walk through the gate with me. 
Come walk through the gate with me
Lets see what we can see
Bluebells in the forest?
The best is yet to be.
Come walk through the gate with me
To a countryside so free
We can sit awhile in silence
Under the shade of the big oak tree.
Come walk through the gate with me
This is my humble plea
Make memories to last and last
For all eternity.
Silver Sky
 Oh silver sky which touches me With endless clarity, Embracing me in natures grasp And sharing
charity. Sweeping in as nightime falls With ever present grace, Enfolding me, enriching me, In it's sweet embrace. Shafts
of sunlight streaming down From a silver sky, Soon the moon with glistening light Will shine at me from high. And
when the moon comes out to play I simply feel my best, I am a moonchild it is true And filled with renewed
zest. The moon and me are friends you see Its always been this way, I talk to her, and know she hears.. So many
miles away. She watches over everything Which I have always done, Protecting me, and guiding me, With her, I'm
not alone. So silver sky, stretched out above, Embrace me to your chest, I know you're there protecting me When
time does come to rest. Embrace me in your darkness, The coolness of the night, And when I waken with the dawn, I
know all will be alright.
Copyright ©2005 Sally Y Hemingway
Butterfly Memories 
Tiny silken butterfly
Finding your way home
On silver wings, enchantment brings
Wherever you do roam.
Tiny true perfection
How your peace I seek
You flutter here, soft as a tear
Landing on my cheek.
Farewell pretty butterfly
You'll find your own way home
But in my heart, you'll stay a part..
Wherever I do roam.
Butterfly Dreams 
When the blanket of the nightime,
Enfolds me in its sleep,
All the problems of the daytime,
I will pass to God to keep.
I know He can cope better,
Than however hard I try,
As I try my best to fall asleep
And close a weary eye.
And difting off like magic,
Into gentle peaceful dreams,
He gives me understanding,
Of my life and what it means.
In soporific solitude,
My thoughts will slide away,
In total preparation
For an up and coming day.
And always my last vision,
Soft and gentle, very kind..
Is of a tiny lilac butterfly
Which comes flitting through my mind.
Caressing every thought I have...
Events throughout the day...
Its like he's come to wish goodnight,
And always he will say...
"We have come to bless you,
And keep a watchful eye,
We'll always take good care of you,
You know....your God, and I".
The butterfly is one of the symbols used most often to signify Easter.
Its whole life cycle is symbolic of the meaning of the life of Christ.
Just when the caterpillar thought it's world had come to an end
......God made it a butterfly.
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