More, SOCS

More Beauty to Be

More beauty to see, this is what I know,

Of sky so bright, clouds changing as they go.

Some say is just sky, but it’s so much more,

It’s part of creation, a thing we should adore.

There’s birds and flowers and bees to see

Big yellow moon shining through the tree.

More beauty to share, in what you may hear,

Trickles of water fill the streams for deer.

How about old owl up high in the tree

Calling out his song, with love soon to be.

 Of  buzzing bee moving from flower to flower

In hope of more honey for him to devourer.

More beauty again is the beauty to feel

As it touches your skin, and knowing its real.

It can be gentle or harsh, depending on touch

Let not is emotion become your new crutch.

Remember the breeze as it flows in your hair

Reminding you always of many who care.

More beauty in smell, mouth watering’s to tell

Of homemade goodies, that we know so well.

The smells of danger that warn us to run

That rob us of beauty and loss of much fun.

The smells of remembrance, those we love best,

Are memories we hang onto when life is a test.

And last but not least we taste the next treat

Of more wonderful memories that can’t be beat

With family all close and holding us near

Reminding us that life is nothing to fear.

We enjoy all these gifts of senses each day

More love for each one as we go on our way.

Anita Neal

In  response to Linda Hill’s SOCS. Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “more.” Start your post with the word “more.” Enjoy!

And as always I remind all of us of the value of kindness to all of creation.