Discover a curated collection of my writing, showcasing precision and versatility. These pieces are carefully assembled to demonstrate to you I am able to flexibly tailor my writing style to meet your unique goals. 

 

My writing samples are organized as follows: 

1. Human Prosperity and Green Space: Why Nature Benefits Folks in Dense Cities (Non-fiction article) 

2. Marveling at Ant City: Little Worlds Right Beneath Our Feet (Blog Post) 

3. Website Content for a Local Jazz Cafe/Community Space 

4. The Willow Glowing in Harmonious Stillness (Short Fictional Story)

5. The Small Passage on the Wilted Butterfly (Short Fictional Story)

6. Honeybee (Poem)

7. Summer Dance and Sway (Poem)

8. A New Dawn Rose (Poem)

 

Let's follow the dove in flight! 

 

1. Human Prosperity and Green Space: Why Nature Benefits Folks in Dense Cities (Non-fiction article): 

 

2. Marveling at Ant City: Little Worlds Right Beneath Our Feet (Blog Post) 

 

3. A Website Page for a Local Jazz Cafe/Community Space (website content)

 

4. The Willow Glowing in Harmonious Stillness (Short Fictional Story):

               The willow was harmony onto himself, and stillness onto himself. In quiet plenitude of knowledge, he glowed.  His sinuous branches stretched out like many hands to reach and cradle the Earth he inhabited. He hummed sacred songs melodiously into the vast expanse of creation stretching beyond him, with a silent prayer that any small creature in need of love would be cradled here. He grew slowly and unhurriedly in stature, and as his branches shot up to the heavens, he realized he was blooming.

               He gave praise to the One yet still pondered if any vessel in need sensed his aureate presence. He was ready to thin out his elder branches, and fashion them into golden spool roses to last all time.

               She was mewing in pain, the youthful and ethereal brown arctic fox. She couldn’t contain her tender cries and only yearned to camouflage somewhere safe. She was passing by tree after tree, but none were the ones for her to hide in. Suddenly, with the little energy she had, her ears perked up. She heard the tunes of a soul who knew both loneliness and harmony -and limped her way to the source.

              The willow tree saw her, as she collapsed near his bark. He reached one gentle branch down with the end of his branch fashioning into a cup to cradle and lift her. She mewed again, frightened but knowing this silent watcher, knew love. He took his leaves and bandaged her bruised legs and placed a crown of golden roses taken from his elder branches around her head. She was safe, because she was fortunate enough to encounter the willow glowing in harmony, and stillness.

 

 

5. The Small Passage on the Wilted Butterfly (Short Fictional Story):

 

             There it was in all its glory; humanity’s hope of a purer and brighter existence carried in the smallest of wings. Like Christ incarnate, the azure butterfly fluttered gingerly through the grain fields. It did not need to announce itself; its essence was pure impact due to what it carried. It was one with nature for that is what it always was. It was one with God and one with itself. No malice had ever stained its heart; it was effortlessly portraying all we could ever hope to be.

              Tenderest azure butterfly, an unknowing witness to the many dying hearts of humanity. The more its wings shimmered in silvery blue purity, the more our longings for divinity arose in our hearts. That was the power held in those tiny butterfly wings, to mirror back every dormant wish ever carried in the human heart.

             Dearest azure butterfly, the one who carried everything that once mattered to us and matters to those who still remember. The songs and the hymns of old thrummed quietly in its precariously delicate heartbeat. One day, the destroyers came with their talk of land conversion and commercialization of the ‘property.’ The grain fields dwindled as buildings were constructed, and the tiny butterfly could find not a single flower to provide it with nectar.

             Its wings beat unsteadily as dizziness overtook its tiny body. It was searching with its last bit of energy to find a tiny thicket of greenery in which to hide. The azure butterfly fell unceremoniously among the ashen bricks. There was no room for dignity when greed occluded the brightness of the wilted. The perished creature proclaimed a deafening announcement of judgment on what many a human heart has become.

              In life and in silence, all it had ever done is plea with us to become fully human again. In this sanctuary, the little wings of all the fallen, can now rest in assurance their sacrifice is never forgotten in the human hearts they tried to reach.

 

 

6. Honeybee (Poem):

 

Did you see the saffron sunrise gilding seas in Myanmar?

 Where hot air balloons drift like leisurely chimes in the open air?

From land to land we rest and rise,

 dew-soft vagabonds whose love is in endless supply.

 

Did you see the plump honeybees making hives in flame trees?

The country itself is breathing in whimsical currents from afar.

Here we are, little bees fluttering across the world.

Our honeyed hearts are incandescent Gloriosas, unfurled.

 

The world greets us in open gardens of abelias, lilacs and chives.

In the pillowy whispers of the winds, as we open our wings wide.

We whisper to each other, “buzz-buzz, fly on high.”

Knowing full well the littlest ones in the world are made to thrive.

 

 

7. Summer Dance and Sway (Poem):

 

In the summer dance and sway

Where millennia or moments blink away,

Your gaze, like iris-blue sky,

Smiles upon me in amber sunrays.

 

To kiss the misty citrus air

As dragonflies lift me higher there,

Is to meet your eyes with mine

In the void between material and divine

The land of you and I.

 

Lifted beyond continents and Earth’s slow break,

Where molten clay meets final make,

Past starbursts shattering into silent flight,

Through death and birth, made day tonight.

 

You’re here, my dear, in atmosphere

In the void where we ventured out to play,

Watching vintage films of our laughter

Love lit stories replayed by the starry bay.

 

 

8. A New Dawn Rose (Poem):

 

A new dawn rose carried by giggling winds,

All the way to Cheddar Gorge and its majestic heights

Of limestone, greenery and heartfelt scenery,

Blooming at the edge of wishful sight.

 

A sight beyond trees, plants, and crumbly seeds

Or campfires with cups of deep cocoa and bubbling cherry gin

Far beyond the city of Bath and its cleansing ease,

Where first-gaze wonder awakens newborn creation.

 

You are Bath, and wind, and scene,

Cathedrals whose doors gleam mahogany and clover-green,

Because you love, because you love.

You are nature and divinity’s smiling Mona Lisa twin.

 

All works in this portfolio are authored by Luna Zachary (Lunaria)