Original Poetry: Seasons

When the sun grows cold

and skies threaten snow
I think of you
When early sunbeams bring
first declarations of spring
I think of you
When day's time grows
and warm winds blow
I think of you
When gold leaves fall
Crisp air calls
and I think of you

Original Poetry: Star Song

Star Song
By: Shelly Hunt

We will gather again in raised up space,  in a place where there is no thought given to chasing peace of mind. It is there waiting within the folds of time where we left it.
Once inside, we find long lost friends of ours who call to me to join their dance among the stars,  and as I move they start to sing;
"We love you and made everything to help you grow.  Do not forget and always know,  I am you and you are me.  When your light is out I am not free and we walk in darkness.
Stay and heal, regain your glow and when you go take only love and light below. It is all that can save your slow,  low vibrational material world growth.