Some say eat or be eaten
Some say live and let live
But all are agreed as they
join the stampede
You should never take more than you give
In the Circle of Life
It’s the wheel of fortune
t’s the leap of faith
It’s the band of hope
Till we find our place
On the path unwinding
In the Circle, the Circle of Life

Some of us fall by the wayside
And some of us soar to the stars
And some of us sail through our troubles
And some have to live with the scars

There’s far too much to take in here
More to find than can ever be found
But the sun rolling high
Through the sapphire sky
Keeps the great and small
on the endless round

On the path unwinding
In the Circle, the Circle of Life.

Elton John Tim Rice

Your one of a kind no other like you, reflecting beauty within
standing tall your own growth imminent,
where did you appear from, where have you been?
Quenching the water of life, overcoming obstacles
not always of choice, stem of strength, beauty voiced.
Swaying in the gently breeze, searching shadows
Within Gods trees.
Individual I stand alone, needing the elements
to feel at home.
All around me so apart, but I can see you
strong of heart.
Life is a lily pond within God’s day
Be still and know…….as you watch me sway.

Copyright Marie Macintyre- Thomson Jan2010

With love light and whoever you are….

Copyright October 2009 Marie Macintyre-Thomson

Outstretched wings of white, each feather in Peace, unite
Head proud in readiness to take flight.
The olive branch in safe perch
Shows mankind for all its worth.
Our world as one, recognises such.
The symbol of PEACE we love so much.
The DOVE on its branch,
holds together each other.
Such an innocent vision
for sisters and brothers.
Likened to the dove, united
In LOVE…
Give PEACE a chance…

In memory of Janet.

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed–and gazed–but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

William Wordsworth

Copyright October 2009 Angel Hamilton