Winter’s Secret Beauty

Lovely little blue birds, swift and smooth in flight.
Tiny blue/brown wings, contrasting winter’s white.
Chubby little faces, fluffed up against the cold.
How I love theirs sweet songs, bright and clear and bold.

Lovely little blue birds, I’m glad you chose to stay,
And that the mocking winter has not driven you away.
Each season has it’s secret beauties, so easily unseen,
And you are winter’s secret, a lovely little queen.

Such wonder, those sweet blue birds, I watch them taking flight,
They gracefully overcome the cold of winter’s starry night.
I’ll remember to be cheerful. To sing and fly carefree.
Surviving all my winters with the grace the birds taught me.

 

I Am Discovery

 

I am your worst fear. I am a dream come true.
I hold the secrets in every thought, in all you say and do.
I can break you down into a devastated mess,
Or I can raise you up to reach the highest of success.

I can sweep you in my arms, but I fear that you don’t know,
That the moment you stop holding me, that’s when I let you go.
I can unleash bitter torment or beckon peace to heal,
No matter what it is you think I am, you can know that I am real.

I can show you all the very things that you don’t want to see,
And angle them the way I do, so they change drastically.
Oh, but don’t you trust me to keep your heart from feeling pain,
But I do promise that through it all I’ll be there to explain.

I’ll never say you won’t be afraid, for in fact, I terrify.
But if you give me second chances, I swear I’ll make you fly.
I am a door that opens to all portals big and small,
But I am prisoner just to you, who holds the key, that locks them all.

They glory in my name. Each desires to claim my wealth.
I am rarely desired, and sometimes revert, to a means of random stealth.
Still I am locked from all the people who are terrified of me.
Within your heart, you hold the key…I am discovery.

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