May

May the trees survive winter
Blossom in the spring
Sending forth life
Giving all, nourishing.

May the sun rise in the morning
Rest asleep at night
To come up the next morning
Bringing warmth, love
And fields of waving buttercup delight.

May the seeds dropped in fall
Spring, rise, growing tall
Spreading roots out for nourishment
Leaves reaching up, growing
Til the fall.

May the wind blow breezes
Both strong or gentle
And then not at all.

May they bring on currents
Moisture, rain to quench
The thirst of everyone
Everyone, everything and all.

May, may we live
May we live us all.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2019

Seeking, Helping The World Turn

Seeking
Helping the world turn away
From the horrors, destruction
Man has played
No virtue in it, no redeeming grace
Just sadness and wretched feelings
In this place.

Maybe tomorrow
When the sun does rise
Man will wake up and take pride
In making a place where all are alive
Living in harmony not needing
To just survive.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2017