Bananna Fudge

When you find me in a pile
Of broken glasss and paper trash,
And old brown leaves
 from last year's trees,
You'll know just what to do;

Scoop me up
And throw me down 
Into the compost heap that's round

The back behind the old wood fence,
It doesn't make much difference,
What gets piled in top of what,
Garbage a little, garbage a lot...

What matters is you did your job,
And now I'm in a great big blob,

Of decaying crud that smells like mud,
And looks like old bananna fudge.

Don't pay much mind, 
Nor spend your time
Thinking on  what happens,
Over the course of time

To trash that sits all in a pile 
Of your backyard, after a while;
The compounds all disintigrate,
The bonds that tie them liberate,

And that energy gets released,
Creating  sources of new  heat
Which accelerates the changing rate
At which  matter dissipates. 

And let's you know with one small whiff
That things are changing, it's as If
The compost pile has come to life,
Transforming before your very eyes

Into a life form ( yes, it stinks,)
But so much potential energy 
Can be turned into a tree,
Or a botanic garden, green
With flowers that  you've rarely seen.

So go ahead and toss me 
Into your backyard heap,
Don't worry about what happens to me,
Nor lose your beauty sleep.

But don't be surprised 
When you go outside,
And spring has arrived
And I've moved on. 

And you're lovely  pile of mud is gone,
Likewise your trash heap too,
The trash that's been there for so long 
Just vanished into the blue.
 
And suddenly you look next door, 
And gasp! Oh, what a shock,
Someones found me, all alone
And  taken me from out back.

And now I'm a lovely daisy bed
All dotted  with purple and white, 
With a gorgeous beautiful potted plant
Bathing  in sun's  golden light. 

And all my beauty, strength and grace
Those gifts you could not see,
Have blossomed and transformed into
This  garden I call " me." 



   

The small that holds a bunch

What is this unspeakable
Unstoppable unending well of tears? 
Wherefrom does it come
And how did it begin?

Who can know the depth of sorrow
That Can be contained
 In one small  pint sized little  girl
How is it explained? 

That She can look to others
Like an ordinary girl
But in her heart she carries 
An entire huge big world.

A world that's filled with magic, 
And Hopes and prayers and dreams,  
Wonders  she's   created
That  no man's   ever seen.

And how can it be possible
For someone small like her 
To hold inside an ocean full
Of heartbreak, loss and  tears.

Or to store a mountain's worth
Of giggles, laughs and more
You'll chuckle till you hold your sides 
And both your cheeks are  sore! 

And you beg her "please! Have mercy!
 Don't  do THAT anymore!!    
If You make me laugh like this again 
I'll  roll  right out the door!"  

And who can calculate the rate
At which her love increases 
Shell love you some and then alot
And then she'll love u to pieces!
   
Her love starts out at twenty  
Then it  jumps to ninety nine
And 'for  you know what's happening
It's doubled fifty  times! 

Untill it fills a planet's worth 
Of love-mass,  so condensed
That were it to increase a bit...
It would collapse upon itself

And nothing could escape that  love
Just like a big black hole
And everything you do, or say,
Just makes her love you more! 

And how can one small tiny girl
Imagine so much grace
That all colors  in all the world
Aren't enough to paint 

The beauty and the magic
All the tiny little curves
That fill her  with such wonder
She can hardly  speak a word

And every sunset, every time,
Still takes her breath away
And one small kiss can warm her for
A thousand  wintery    days.

It's impossible to figure out
Just where her faith is stored;   
No  matter  how her troubles  grow, 
Her faith grows even more.

Don't even try to quantify  
The force that holds her dreams
 when life  say " Just give up. You can't!"
She balls her fists and screams: 

"I can, I can, just look at me, 
I'm stronger than you know, you'll see 
That while I'm not that  big, in size
  I'm  really ten feet tall inside!"
   
And at night, sometimes she can't imagine 
How she'll face tomorrow,  
When she's nearly reached the breaking point 
Of  heartbreak, grief and sorrow.  

Or how she'll face another day, 
When she can barely stand,   
Or try ,once more,  to try again, 
Building   castles in the sand.

But slowly, surely, every time
The sun climbs in the sky
She finds her strength renewed again, 
And hope and faith, likewise.

As I said in the begining
Don't try to understandt 
How something small can hold so much
It never will  make sense.

But if you still are puzzled,
And need to understand 
Just ask  your heart what  does it feel
When you take her hand? 

A universe that has no words 
A thousand shooting stars
A meadowful of sunshine
And a   warmth that fills your heart.

You touch upon the meaning 
Of the reason you exist
And  once again you start believing  
In your secret  wish.   

And you find again, the certainty
That life is more than what you see; 
That you can climb mount everest
And pass the hardest dreaded test

You can   conquer the monster of Lock Ness;
Dive  down to the deep sea floor
And Recover a hidden 
treasure chest,

Then soar up to a  mountain cleft 
To rescue  a baby eagle 
That's fallen from it's   nest   

You can Ride a rainbow accross the sky
To the land of  butterflys      
And wake  up in the morning, 
feeling  blessed to be alive  
 
When you're with her, you remember
Who  you are inside, 
A wonderous, miraculous  being
With treasures that sparkle and shine.  
   
'Cause  she's  a magical being
From a faraway  magical world.  
And now you know the secret
Of this strange unusual   girl.
 



 
  

  


      

  


    
  
 

  

    

Cherry Berry Boom

When I die please bury  me
Beneath a flowering cherry tree
And I shall blossom with the spring
And scatter my loveliness, free.

When I die,  weep not for me 
For I shall fine'ly be free
My spirit soaring through the sky
Over mountains and 'cross blue seas.

And when it's time to say good bye,
Please know I loved you so,
And keep me in your heart so warm
Where my spirit can live and grow. 

And in the springtime, every year,
When white gives way to green
You'll sit beneath that cherry tree
As I    shower you with pink.

You'll close your eyes and run your hands 
along the petal covered deep, 
And in that soft, pink  fragerant bed
You'll lay your  head  to sleep.    

And in your dreams you'll hear my laughter 
Ringing through the world
And  you shall remember, then, 
This sad, dear, joyful girl. 

I loved you so, please don't forget
Despite the ice and  rain,
And though I may be cold and grey    
Each spring I'll bloom again.