The color green belongs to spring, Which splashes it about. On nearly every growing thing, That pops a bud or sprout. Against the white of winter time, Spring’s green is fresh and new. With lettuce, Laurel leaf, and lime, And peas and honeydew. Appearing in new gowns of green, The reawakened trees. Are graceful as they bow and lean, A-dancing in spring’s breeze. Each season with it’s own bouquet brings color new and clean, But surely, spring, this lovely way, Has blessed the world with green.
I am woman, hear me roar. In numbers too big to ignore. And I know too much to go back and pretend. ‘Cause I’ve heard it all before and I’ve been down there on the floor. No one’s ever gonna keep me down again! (CHORUS): Oh yes I am wise. But it’s wisdom born of pain. Yes, I’ve paid the price. But look how much I’ve gained. If I have to, I can do anything! I AM STRONG! I AM INVINCIBLE! I AM WOMAN! You can bend but never break me. ‘Cause it only serves to make me more determined to achieve my final goal. And I come back even stronger, Not a novice any longer. ‘Cause you’ve deepened the conviction in my soul. (CHORUS) I am woman watch me grow. See me standing toe to toe. As I spread my loving arms across the land. But I’m still an embryo with a long long way to go. Until I make my brother understand. (CHORUS) If I have to I can face anything! I AM STRONG! I AM INVINCIBLE! I AM WOMAN !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With pomp, power & glory the world beckons vainly, in chase of such vanities why should I roam? While peace & content bless my little thatched cottage, and warm my own hearth with the treasures of home.
October has no butterflies and so we told Jack Frost, to make a million right away no matter what the cost. And so he painted all the leaves a lovely red and brown, then he shook the branches hard and made them flutter down.
Love as powerful as your mother’s for you leaves it’s own mark. Not a scar, no visible sign… to have been loved so deeply, even though the person who loved us is gone, will give us some protection forever. It is in your very skin.
—–From the book: Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone
I love you Mom! I miss You! But I feel you with me everyday. And that feels good. Thank you for everything!. XOXO……
The sun lights up a drop of dew. The drop of dew soon dries. You are the light of my eyes, my eyes. I’m brought to life by you…