Earth
Knows
The Earth knows
When to bloom again.
So does your growth
Learned from lessons
Followed by spring rain
When to bloom again
To stimulate your growth.
The Earth knows both
As people and trees
Take the Environmental course.
Tomshinsky@2026
Earth
Knows
The Earth knows
When to bloom again.
So does your growth
Learned from lessons
Followed by spring rain
When to bloom again
To stimulate your growth.
The Earth knows both
As people and trees
Take the Environmental course.
Tomshinsky@2026
Spring
is Dancing
I.
Spring is dancing
And a bird is singing.
Winter ice is melting
Making rivers overflow.
Playful wind tries to smile and blow.
What is it here for me? –
My cheeks are blushing,
Overwhelmed by music and coffee.
II.
Spring is dancing,
And a bird is singing.
Flowers are growing,
Making my heart smile.
The world is a truly wonderful place
When you are dancing with grace.
Let’s embrace kind elegance
Of the March Day.
The warm memories stay,
And a little flower says, “Hey,
You will be okay!”
Tomshinsky@2026
You Cannot Buy Life: Poem
Blessed
Days of Grace
When you blessed
Your writing hand is always upheld.
The day moves with grace,
And the heart is full of trust.
The quiet corners of earth
Carries air of fresh scent
And after rejuvenated rains,
Birds sing, and grass growth.
Among the branches and leaves
Lessons are learned from green trees.
Protection, guidance,
And unconditional love
Move beyond the wind’s dance
That fits like a garden glove.
Moments like this are small
But once the day passes, I say it all.
Tomshinsky@2026
Father and Son: Essay
In the quiet corners of the garden, where the leaves stretch wide and the air carries the scent of earth and growth, there’s a kind of peace that only shared moments can bring.
When
Winter Over
First day of meteorological spring
Welcome to the mud season.
By March, the worst of winter
Should be over.
The snow would thaw,
The rain would help to grow,
And rivers begin to run
Because it’s melted snow into water.
The world would wide awake
Into itself again.
Winter should be over.
March brings spring.
Spring season of mud
Is always fun.
Tomshinsky@2026
Lyrics
from the Clouds
Clouds over the ocean
Seeing.
Clouds in the sky
Being.
Lyrics out of my pen
Challenge floats
About the meadows
Like the whisper of wind
Occupying my mind
And swaying gently every word.
Clouds inviting reflection
And encouraging
To view, to pause, and observe;
To find the right word
When clouds in the sky
Calling
To dream and to fly.
Racked with sorrow
Throw the miserable row,
I certainly know
To be alive is the best thing.
Tomshinsky@2026