Chardonnay - s'il vous plait
Natures gift in the shape of her vine
Planted with care, line after line
By the grace of our sun
Their growth has begun
In ripeness below her sunshine
We harvest her grapes, turned to wine
Growers experiences, know her signs
From her graft to their trade
In the grape is it's grade
Maturity is it's moment in time
To the table her results are defined
We indulge in our culinary dine
Us hosts in satisfy
Wanting palets in comply
As our tastes are in joint combine
A New Spring Abounds
The sky, springtime blues
drifting vapours in lift show
still waters mirrored
evergreen horizon lined
snowy mountains grace the scene
In Dormant Lie, She Angers
The kettle drums of nature lie dormant as they came
The chirping of winged wonders amidst the pouring rains
Soon the dawn will sigh, whilst a new day appears
The power of mother nature, us all we humans fear
Chaiten Spew
From my window I see the most wondrous of sights
Mother natures wrath releasing her might
Blackened plumes of smoke in monstrous rise
Turning day into night as it covers her skies
Oranges and reds in sporadic bursts of colour
Oxygen sucked in as her atmospheres smothered
Electrical releases like skeletal veins
When you witness her power, is she going insane
Canopies of greens become consumed in her path
Pyroclastic flows in suffocate wrath
Where once you heard birds in chirping surround
Explosions now aplenty in catastrophic abound
From my window I see the most wondrous of sights
Am I as insane as her as I marvel her delights
The settling down of the spewed innards of she
I look inside myself as her power thralls thee
