Rain again, but at least it is pretty

Another day of rain. Rain is the reason Britain is such a green and pleasant land but rather annoying. At least the raindrops look beautiful.

Raindrops on windows

And Hostas

And Lillies

Raindrops on Cistus

And foxgloves

And poppies

Staying in

Staying in

Its raining again
I watch drops on the pane
Great for slugs and for snails
But my plans it derails
Who would go walking for fun
In this weather its not done
When at home there are sofas
And films made by Pixar
Or books that engage
All the world on a page
So stay safe and warm
Till its over, this storm


by Izzy Silver

The meaning and value of life.

The news can be rather depressing and the more it becomes a list of  world atrocities and celebrity happenings the more it screws with societies understanding of the worth of the individual. This is something we should rile against. I think each life and individual is equally of value..... and so I wrote this poem.

Scales

I have seen great beauty

Drank deeply at the well of joy.

My kind deeds and words outnumber

Those I did enjoy.

And yet the bottom line in life,

My value and my worth,

Is measured by all Those who Are,

By what is in my purse.

Is the life of celebrities,

Millionaires and Kings and Queens,

Really that much more valuable,

Than those who live unseen.

The same sun shines on me.

The same rain quench my thirst.

I may be last and lowly,

But breathe the same air as the First.

Weighed upon life's scales

This life is worthless found,

But eternally we all weigh,

In dust, about a pound.

By Izzy.B.Silver