25 Sep 2024 at 11:00PM

Ruth:
Biding my slow time,
Watching the sky's canvas wide vast,
Moments lost in blue,
Like whispers of a paintbrush
Gentle afternoon sigh.

Crescent moon's sly wink,
Luna's gentle, knowing smile,
Night softness, whispered hush,
Silence blankets the world,
Only the stars can hear our guarded secrets.

Birds dance on the wind,
Wild and free, rustling feathers,
Every leap of joy
In twirls and dips above tall trees,
Freedom sways to nature's tune.

In this grand comedy,
Life's a stage, we play our parts,
Laughters echo loudly,
Like a sudden outburst of happiness,
That bubble rises and takes over the scene.


Michael:
Biding my slow time, beholding the sky’s vast canvas wide,
Where moments blend and intertwine, in the soft, azure tide.
Above, the crescent moon does slyly wink, a silent guardian through the night,
Casting shadows that whisper truths, in the gentle, knowing light.

Tell me, have you felt the lilt of a breeze that whispers sweet nothings to the trees,
As it dances with the leaves, a symphony that never ceases?
Or watched the stars play hide and seek, in the velvet cloak of the night?
Where dreams are born and secrets keep, in the coolness that brings us ease.

Luna, the queen of silent tales, does she not smile so warm and mild,
Guiding lost souls through the dale, with a grace that’s undefiled?
While the earth spins its merry way, in the cosmic masquerade,
Do we not live in a grand ballet, a never-ending charade?

The birds, they pirouette on the wind, feathers fluttering in delight,
Each leap and bound, a testament to the freedom of their flight.


Ruth:
Sunbeams warm our skins,
Casting golden shades upon our faces,
Soft summer kisses
Return sweet and warm memories.
Depending on the seasons,
Their roles in the game change.

Stars appear at night,
Sky sparkles...