Summer’s heat, July
Birds…bees sing their joyful songs
By nature’s design.
Sadly we too oft’ ignore
Beauty that lay before us.
Distracted by life
All just to try to survive
We get very lost.
Perhaps if we took a step back
What we’re missing would be found.
Look to the sky, grass,
Look to the simplicity in life
For what’s important.
This is what Mother gave us
To keep from going insane.
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Crack…sound of thunder
Explosion like fireworks
Honoring nature
Rain…confetti showering
Crystal sparks upon the earth
What is more lovely
Than the beauty and power
Of Heaven above
She pauses to remind us
When we get too arrogant
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Falling, falling down
Landing back to mother earth
Children home to roost
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Respect for the earth
Our resources limited
Profit is the king
Nature loses to business
When money does the talking
~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
We see the light ahead through splintered shores,
At once familiar and comforting is now gone.
Man labors with back and hand in attempt to restore
All that growing up we cherished most fond.
This eternal fight we fight against nature’s mother
Seldom permits us a chance to win.
An emboldened adversary unlike any other,
One we’ve struggled against since time began.
Still we battle her in the most reckless of ways
Settling on shores in storm fronts path.
Destruction and death like the end-of-days;
Consequences suffered by the masters wrath.
As time passes–in weakness we forget
Under crystal skies and the calming blue sea.
Rebuilding what was lost without worry or regret,
Ignoring natures warnings by choosing not to flee.
As history has proven this will happen again,
Crushing what we make like a house of cards.
Then just like before we will struggle and mend,
Sweeping away the timber and shards.
What do we expect when we challenge the Almighty
By rebuking the call to heed his demands.
Instead doing what we please–never contritely,
Choosing to suffer rather than follow his commands.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sky–canvas of blue
The sun paints with golden hues
Nothing left to chance
Perfection in its glory
Mother Nature’s finest work
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Unusual for its heavenly glory,
A simple yet wondrous beam of light;
All colors of the spectrum shining bright.
I would have thought it a rainbow,
But for my own eyes.
Sun outlined in a thin veil of clouds–
It could not be restrained
Spilling its multicolored hues upon the earth;
A perfect column leading straight to heaven.
Mesmerized, I gazed open mouthed,
Would I have perceived this prior,
In my haste would I have been as if blind?
Beauties claim is not staked by the material alone,
This I’ve come to realize.
I’ve opened my eyes,
I’ve opened my ears,
I’ve opened my mind,
And was astonished by the effervescent world…
That surrounds me.
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Neither caste nor coin
Forge anything to compare
With Mother Nature
Monet, Van Gogh, Picasso
All shams before the master
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Drawn to Mother Earth
And all her healing powers
The secrets she holds
Locked in beautiful crystals
As old as the earth itself
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Forged of elements
White, black, green, red, yellow, blue
Creations marvel
What mysteries must they hold
In this spiritual world
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
Sealed up tight in fortress strong
Awaiting horrors start unknown
For eons this a battle long
Beauty in tragedy time has shown
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Landscapes ravaged, void and burned
Brown and black the palette chosen
Man controls, but has not learned
In Mother’s power, his frailty exposing
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Yet in the wake of this terrible scourge
A million lives behind armor are born
Without so much as a prod or an urge
This called home on land war torn
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A tiny life out of ashes protrude
This progeny will not struggle alone
Natures mysteries through pain they exude
In beauty birthed of the lowly pine cone
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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