


Roses From the Soul Thomas Morrill
RAIN PAINTING THE DESERT
Waiting hour after hour
Waiting for that summer shower
Waiting for water to help the desert flower
All year some wait
To see their fate
Hoping it will come
For all the flowers need some
They need it to soak the dry sand
To fill the demand
Likes it’s nature’s plan
And it finally does arrive
Making the dessert come alive
And they stand like so many beautiful towers
As far as the eye can see are those magnificent flowers

THE POUNDING WAVES
Here comes a storm
Off the coast trying to form
Big waves are coming
Pounding surf a drumming
Waves not retreatin
House being eaten
Larger and larger they come
Home owners mind’s are numb
House completely gone
The last one was that strong
Waves have a big appetite
Eating houses, from the left and the right
No relief in sight
Politicians not understanding our plight

Thomas Morrill
A ROMANTIC PLAN
It doesn’t have to be a shinning knight scaling tall towers
It may just be a bouquet of beautiful flowers
It can also be a gesture, a touch or a held hand
That could be a part of your romantic plan
It could be fate taking a chance
By asking a stranger to dance
Sometimes that’s how romance takes a stance
Maybe it’s a special Moon lit kiss
That you just couldn’t resist
Perhaps an arm around a waist
The right romance has this taste
It could be a full Moon and a glass of of wine
It could be all of these things that just say you are mine
Proudly built with Strikingly.



