Ruby

“Somber eyes ponder, what this world will be?
Better days ahead, sighs the wind swiftly;
Flit, airy as my glides, fanciful, free,
Change is in the air, summer’s warming spree;
Embracing days chaotic, frozen, still,
Frosted with fear, surrendered to fate’s will.
For amidst nature’s tranquil seclusion;
Strives humanity lost in confusion.”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“It's a gift of peace, to know through darkness sees the light
Like the sterling moon, gleams bright up high in the eventide
Now's the time
To take every moment on the fly
Gonna look life straight in the eye
And make each and every dream come alive
Now's the time”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“Strive in stride like the resilient wildflowers that begin each day by turning to face the rolling sunrise.
Even when the weight of the world has cemented their original path, they still rise through cracks in the sidewalk to find the sun and shine, never putting off until tomorrow because they inherently know, now’s the time. For it is with every sunrise that hope is born for change with new opportunities to make dreams come alive”
― Marie Helen Abramyan

“Bird of Paradise, feather among leaves,
To the earthy soil I am bound and tied.
Anchored by claws of roots and weighty sheaves,
My spirit flies among the birds that glide.
My sprawled pinions verdant, tail feathers pied,
A crest of orange crowned is my disguise.
As winds breathe hope and new life, then subside,
Seeds are sown and grown right before my eyes.
My vision is centered, strong are my arms,
I feed the hungry and withstand their sting,
I greet the sunrise, and bathe in rainstorms.
Wildflowers fret and speak of blight all spring,
But Paradise shuns foreboding such plight.
Proud is my nature, I stand strongly bright.”
― Marie Helen Abramyan