It seems even a pesky crow
Can look beautiful as it flies
Its annoying little habits
Suddenly become quite disguised
As breathtaking wings soar
Toward the heavens above
Somehow trapped in a current
Filled with hope and endless love
And I’m reminded that even
Something so often despised
Can be so very lovely
If you just open your eyes
And so this example I capture
And affix to my heart
For the next time my thoughts
Threaten to tear me apart
© 2018 Michelle Cook
As I sit here and ponder
There’s life all around
Though hardly any
Ever makes a sound
Grown up so handsome
Exquisite and tall
Each one is there
To watch over us all
If only these beauties
Could somehow speak
And give us the answers
We so desperately seek
However, a tree
Could never talk
It’s seen merely
As a perch for a hawk
And yet it really is
So much more
A lovely place
To go and explore
Its branches always
Spread so wide
A real haven
In which to hide
The perfect place
To lie under and exist
Its outstretched arms
So hard to resist
Each leafy canopy
Has seen it all
Leaves delicately spread
To cushion our fall
Can anyone imagine
A more perfect place to be
Other than inside the crook
Of an old oak tree
I can hardly think
Of any other
As it whispers softly
Like the voice of a mother
And I get lost
In the day
As every branch
Begins to sway
This is living
This is life
This is love…
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Summer breezes graze
Each blade of grass
Whipping up the current
With a little bit of sass
The vibe it creates
Brings a surge of fun
Even as the day
Is now nearly done
The memory it leaves
Is an everlasting treasure
Moments like these
Just cannot be measured
It’s so hard to say goodbye
And yet we must go
As the sun begins to sink
Beneath its heavenly glow
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Many loves
She did find
Ever existing in
The hopeless kind
Hearts scattered
Far and wide
None of them ever
By her side
Fond remembrances
Of what couldn’t be
Heart still breaking
Wanting free
Empty reflections
Left in the mirror
Hidden behind
One final tear
© 2018 Michelle Cook
Embedded between
Every worn page and fold
Some stories beg to be read
While others just want to be told
Simple black lettering
Has so much to tell
The story’s whole purpose
Is to put you under its spell
Each book can charm
Captivate and delight
Some can bring a smile
While others fill us with fright
But every unique word
Seems to have the same effect
It pushes the reader to learn
And quite often reflect
And by the end of our lives
We’ve shared hundreds more
For each book that we read
Is another life explored
Every story is a vast world
Created by a dream
Filled to the very brim
With secrets bursting at the seams
And I think that I like knowing
That there is always a book to explore
For a chance to live through another’s dream
Is something we should never ignore
© 2018 Michelle Cook
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