12 Brothers (poem)
They laugh and play so daringly
from verdant hill to silver stream
in sandy wastes or deepest shade
and even through the sweetest dream
what they are they do not know
nor care in quite the least
having no thoughts on how or why
living lives in joyful dance and play
rarely seen though always there
a secret held in high regard
meeting one would be a treat
and honour and a special gift
they make up everything we see
they linger near and far away
they always watch and learn
the sprit children of our land
twelve they are the total
each one has a name
a place they play eternally
watching us as we evolve
Water dances gracefully
under hill and over plain
along the massive oceans
in little seas and lakes
Stone’s proud rumbling form
from atop the highest mountain
in every tiny rolling pebble
and in our very paving stones
Fire burns with brightest warmth
beware of the dancing flame
life giving and destructive
the curse that he must bare
Wind sing and moves eternally
un-resting in it’s time
wither strong as a hurricane
or a simple summer breeze
Flora grows quiet strongly
delicate in the same breath
from tiny little flowers
to a massive swaying oak
Fauna is a different beast
scurrying like a little mouse
running like a horse so proud
a bird as it takes to flight
Shadow slips among each of us
the saddest of them all
in every home in every town
yet none will smile upon the dark
Dream is the closest to us
from in the smallest day dream
to the largest epic sleep
slipping over and inside each
Time move slow and silently
though moving all the same
each breath each tick of clock
each instant in his hands
Colour is the smallest one
laughing bright and gleaming
bringing known shades
painting all inside our land
Energy dances jerks and plays
bouncing and streaking around
from the mightiest of lightening strikes
to a tiny burst of strength
Sound bounces and sways
giving depth and range
from a quavering baby’s laugh
to the roar of a mighty beast
Light is last though not least
touching everything alive or gone
brightening the darkest place
caressing one and all
twelve brothers are they here eternally
though thirteen I have given you
for light and shadow cannot exist
with out each others shape
remember so these spirts now
in every form and shape
living near and far to us
playing their little games
---------------------------------------------------------
from verdant hill to silver stream
in sandy wastes or deepest shade
and even through the sweetest dream
what they are they do not know
nor care in quite the least
having no thoughts on how or why
living lives in joyful dance and play
rarely seen though always there
a secret held in high regard
meeting one would be a treat
and honour and a special gift
they make up everything we see
they linger near and far away
they always watch and learn
the sprit children of our land
twelve they are the total
each one has a name
a place they play eternally
watching us as we evolve
Water dances gracefully
under hill and over plain
along the massive oceans
in little seas and lakes
Stone’s proud rumbling form
from atop the highest mountain
in every tiny rolling pebble
and in our very paving stones
Fire burns with brightest warmth
beware of the dancing flame
life giving and destructive
the curse that he must bare
Wind sing and moves eternally
un-resting in it’s time
wither strong as a hurricane
or a simple summer breeze
Flora grows quiet strongly
delicate in the same breath
from tiny little flowers
to a massive swaying oak
Fauna is a different beast
scurrying like a little mouse
running like a horse so proud
a bird as it takes to flight
Shadow slips among each of us
the saddest of them all
in every home in every town
yet none will smile upon the dark
Dream is the closest to us
from in the smallest day dream
to the largest epic sleep
slipping over and inside each
Time move slow and silently
though moving all the same
each breath each tick of clock
each instant in his hands
Colour is the smallest one
laughing bright and gleaming
bringing known shades
painting all inside our land
Energy dances jerks and plays
bouncing and streaking around
from the mightiest of lightening strikes
to a tiny burst of strength
Sound bounces and sways
giving depth and range
from a quavering baby’s laugh
to the roar of a mighty beast
Light is last though not least
touching everything alive or gone
brightening the darkest place
caressing one and all
twelve brothers are they here eternally
though thirteen I have given you
for light and shadow cannot exist
with out each others shape
remember so these spirts now
in every form and shape
living near and far to us
playing their little games
---------------------------------------------------------