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I heard there was a special place,

Where everything was green,

Covered in grass blanket,

Where animals were tall and lean.

The flowers there,

Used to bloom,

A lovely shade of blue,

The flowers there used to bloom,

A shining star upon their doom.

I heard there was a special place,

Squeezing in a snare,

Slowing becoming smaller,

The blue sky is now dark grey.

I heard there was a special place,

It’s blanket now a road,

The flowers now are buildings,

The whole place now a code,

I wish there was a special place.

The Dwarves come out of the underground,

The Elves jump out of the trees,

Hobbits rise from their tiny holes,

Instead of burrowing like moles.

A powerful evil will come back,

Saruman’s orcs will not slak,

The kingdom of Rohan will rise and fall,

Orcs will breach Helm’s Deep wall,

Ents will take a tower,

Kingdoms will no longer cower,

Under the king of power,

The black gate,

Filled with hate,

Shall be attacked,

The eye of Sauron will fall,

Two halflings will not tire,

To destroy the ring in the mountain of fire.

Red, Brown, Yellow,

Among a background of grey,

In its branches,

Perched among the leaves,

Is a Robin.

Red as rubies,

Two Robins,

Now chirp.

The tree is now bare,

Snow takes the leaves place,

And now there are no Robins.

Now there is a green leafy canopy,

Red as rubies,

Two Robins,

Now chirp,

In a nest,

In a tree.

The tree is now a beautiful color,

Yet the Robins are off,

In the tree,

In the nest,

Are now two eggs.

Now in the tree,

In the nest,

Out off eggs,

Are two baby chicks.

One year later,

No Robins red as rubies,

Are seen.

Now two young Robins,

Chirp in the tree.

Does the rain

Really cause pain?

Should we look at it

With disdain?

For the rain

Gives life

And nothing

Can hurt it

Not even a knife.

Without rain

We’d be dead

Instead of living

Happy lives

Filled with rain

Does it really 

Cause us pain?

Traveling under the cover of night

Sometimes using wings for flight

Swooping to the lake to drink

Then flying back up again

To catch some flies

Not only for themselves

But for the babies

Up above the ground so high

Like a nightmare in the sky

Flying with wings so silent

Always waiting

Always watching

Flies the bat!

There is an animal

In the Himalayas

Leaping through the snow

And will hardly ever show

It’s spotted camouflaged fur.

This elusive creature

Hunts down mountain goat

Using its grayish coat

And thick paws

Climbing almost vertically

Hunting at dawn

Here in the mountains,

Stays the elusive Snow Leopard

Something’s falling from the sky

Making a light carpet of white

Coming from an unknown height

Drifting in the wind

Then gently touching the ground

Forming a small white mound

So what is this wonder?

SNOW! SNOW! SNOW! SNOW!

Bad times are coming

From wars

To droughts

To death

To Starvation

And vacation

To giant wastelands

Filled with mud

Till there is no earth

Only a planet

Hot as a hearth!

Victory?

A soldier walks

Across the land

A rifle in hand

Standing proud and tall

Thinking of only victory.

The soldiers get in the trenches

And see the enemy

Shots are fired and shouts are heard

You cannot hear the singing bird

The soldier fires, then again

A bullet hitting a man

And he will fall

No longer standing

Proud and tall.

The soldier has won a victory

Or has he?

He has killed a man

Who he didn’t know

This will haunt him

For his life

Cutting into his thoughts

Sharp as a knife.

I’m looking for an inspiration

Wondering whether I should take

A vacation?

Something just to clear my mind

I wonder if my brain will be kind

Because right now

I need anything

To fill my mind

With clear white space

Otherwise I cannot write

And empty space will fill my mind

A giant void of nothingness

Which can be tilled

With a single thought!