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All poems on this page by Christina Xu
Magic
Mysterious, Effervescent
Zapping, Flowing, Whispering
Powerful, Looming, Important, Aware
Soul
Forests
Serene, Ancient
Whispering, Living, Singing
Prominent, Alone, Old, Mighty
Groves
Mist
Fiery forest air
Mane of golden morning mare
Lights up on the dew
Streams
Bubbling,
babbling child
Born unto the mountain top
Effervescent being
Meadow
Great
emerald set with
Rubies, sapphires and gold
Softened place of life
Butterflies
Flying
rainbow birds
Delicate creatures of light
Softer than the wind
Swan
Majestic birds of
Lily pads, ponds, and willows
Arching gentle neck
The Sky
Behold the sky-
Calm in world awry.
Powder clouds,
Silver shrouds,
Dancing in the high.
Sea
Meadow of bluest glass,
Soft prairie without grass,
Stretching out for miles,
Setting out its trials,
Letting only the best pass.
Forests
Sleeping peaceful glade
Earth dampened by the shade
Flowers sing
Creeks' babble rings
In the memory that does not fade.
Lightning
A ribbon of light
A stream of heat and fury
Arrow of the gods
Oak
Ancient, loving tree
power flowing through the wood
protecting the grove
Horse
Powerful Stallion
Creature of strength and beauty
Flowing mane of light
Sea
Calm jewel of night
Capturing the moon's sweet light
Lonely as the tide
Sunset
Flare of radiant fire
Lighting up the sea and sky
Dying out the day
Winter
Snowflakes drifting through the air
Landing in a pile of others
The chilling wind piercing your lair
You huddle by your mother
The icy crystals all around
Hanging on buckets and roofs
Puddles of ice on the ground
Only to be broken by animal hooves
Breeze
A soft breeze whistles through my window
Billows ripple my blanket
A flurry touches my face with a gentle finger
And lure me to my sleep
The Lake
A soft golden light
Dapples the gentle waves
A graceful swan saunters
Like a ghost in the ripples
Emerald lily pads drift
Dabbed with a petal pink
A weeping willow bows
To the silent lake
A Little Spring Song
A skylark warbles it's cheery melody,
Silhouetted against the azure sky
The aroma of the flowers sing their lullaby,
As the sun dips slowly from a-high
The babble of the creek,
The call of a fawn
The chirp of a beak,
The promise of dawn
Gives their part in a ballad on and on-
Listen as the butterflies dance
To a little spring song
The Moon
Soft silver shrouds of elegant light
Lulls the gentle tide.
Shining from behind the curtains of night,
To cheer, to sing, to guide.
A queen of the heaven's court
With a scepter of the stars.
A lighthouse in the celestial fort,
Guiding from afar.
By
Christina Xu