Sitting in the rain, I see the world pass by. I try to think sunny thoughts beneath a cloudy sky. I hear drops on the glass, watching the grass glisten. Nature’s calling from all around if to truly listen. ~ The birds are still singing high up in the tree. The fish, I’m sure, are splashing in the open sea. The bugs are always bugging, whatever it is they do. And pets forever snuggle, loving me and you. ~ It makes stop to ponder and reflect upon our race. As one of many humans I know I’d miss this place. Yet we try to sculpt our views in ways that we choose. The picture may be pretty but our nature we lose. ~ The sun will shine again and wash away this gray. And unless we’ve a catastrophe we’ll see another day. As is life, our time is short, as is every other breed. But the future of our world’s less dependent on their seed. ~ “We reap what we sow” is a phrase we should heed. Like a garden unattended will surely fill with weed. The food we grow will dwindle, eventually to cease. We’ll never feel rain again, but the earth will be at peace. ~ I know this sounds depressing but that’s not my goal. I’m truly optimistic but time does take its toll. Change is all around, like weather, not always fair. But like a rainy day, the droplets we all share.
I haven’t written much of late, my brain has been askew. I search the news constantly seeking something new. The summer is upon us and the birds sing with glee. I’m not sure if they’re happy or just teasing you and me. ~ While we were trapped inside the wildlife had its way. But soon we’ll be back out and ruin their perfect day. The roads were nearly empty with few planes overhead. The plants bloomed on schedule and the animals all well fed. ~ Their air was a bit cleaner and the noise was nearly nil. And while they frolicked peacefully we tested our will. This poem is nearly over as I watch the cars pass by. I’m glad we’re almost normal now but for the animals I will cry.
A little note wishing all a happy spring,
it’s time for rebirth and the joy it brings.
Days grow warmer with sunshine long.
Mornings greeted with nature’s song.
Birds and bees awe with their aerial dance.
Colors blossom and the scents of flora enhance.
A new world beckons and eyes gleam.
Hearts thaw and minds again dream.
There once was a once upon a time.
Actually there’s many and some do rhyme.
So here it goes another like the rest.
It might not be the worst but won’t be the best.
Once upon a time there was;
bees in a garden sharing a buzz.
They flutter high and they flutter low,
they flit where they need to go.
They all know each other, each by name.
But humans think they’re all the same.
Unwittingly perhaps, speciesists are we,
but they don’t need us as we need the bee.
They grow our food and sweeten our tea,
an absolute necessity, don’t you agree?
So next time you see one, share their buzz.
Cos without them our once will be was.
From the loins of lions a kitten roars. With tender purrs love’s yours. When all’s safe peacefully snores, all’s warm when all adores. ~ Tummies tickled rolled on floors, time entwined never bores. Gentle licks on all fours, lap thrust emotion soars. ~ Hunger’s fed the nibble cures. Partners always there’s never chores, when all’s open no settling scores. From the loins of lions, a winner of wars.
The holidays upon us,
I’ve yet to get a tree.
Am I a Grinch or a Scrooge?
Cos I think they should be free.
I look out my windows,
there’s plenty there to see.
I could hang a few balls.
That’s good enough for me.
But the kid’s home soon,
she’ll want a tree.
She’ll get a sad little one;
it’ll be cheap but not quite free.
We’ll place it by the window,
decorated for all to see.
Christmas we’ll exchange gifts,
the best one’s free for me.