Sending the Earth some much needed Love!

Earth

By: Imogen Heap

Baby behave we'll make it work

You're not golden and I'm getting tired

Act like you own the place when really you've only just arrived

I caught first glimmers in hides and skins

Look who's all grown up, black swanning about the solar winds

You're gonna lose it all and find yourself on your knees

So get a grip and you might flow, reverse the great slow bleed

I've tried patience but you always want a war

This house won't tolerate any more

Stop this right away

Put that down and clean this mess up

End of conversation

Put your back in it and make it up to me now

The cold shoulder folded arms and looking up

You've never listened and carry on careless regardless

This is not a fire drill and if we hold any hope

It's harmonic connection and stereo symbiosis

These legoland empires choking out my now

You're everywhere, everywhere multiplying around me

Child, a strain on my heart

This rock can't tolerate any more

Stop this right away

Put that down and clean this mess up

End of conversation

Put your back in it and make it up to me now

Baby behave we'll make it work

You're only what you give back

Are you with me?

Goldfish Under Ice

Goldfish Under Ice

Waiting for a change

Waiting for the sun

Waiting for the spring

To make this ice come undone

Longing for the warmth

Of a long summer's day

Oh how I'll be free

Once this winter's gone away

Attitude is Altitude!

People are like stained-glass windows.

They sparkle and shine when the sun is out,

but when the darkness sets in

their true beauty is revealed

only if there is a light from within.

Is your friend giving you the cold shoulder?

What can these two be saying to each other?


"Who is that strange woman taking a picture of us?  What do you mean you can't see her?"
"If I should accidentally fall on you, would you be angry at me?"
"Where is that young man with the hat and face he promised you?  A little disrespectful, making you wait like this."
"You, my friend, are a very good listener."
"I just love winter, don't you?"

Chapel in the Snow

Where the north winds blow...

A lonely fir-tree standeth
On a height where north winds blow ;
It sleepeth, with whitened garment,
Enshrouded by ice and snow.


From the poem: The Fir-Tree and The Palm
By: Heinrich Heine 

Snow White

Little Snow-White

Jacob and Wilhelm Grimm

     Once upon a time in midwinter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a queen sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood. As she sewed she looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful that she thought to herself, "If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as the wood in this frame."

Footsteps in the Snow

Diamond Snowflakes

A Passageway to Mystery

Just a hole in a tree,

Why, what else could it be?

A handy spot in which to hide.

A refuge from the snow outside.

I crouch down, surprised to see,

There’s plenty of room for me.

Once inside I look around.

It’s cozy here, underground.

On the floor lies a golden key

And a passageway to mystery.

Surrounded by the warm brown wood,

I feel much braver than I should.

I hear someone call my name.

Should I head back, or remain?

I take the key and down I go.

Where this leads, I’ve got to know.

Whatever happened to Rosemary?

I saw her last by the hole in the tree.