The hot, impartial, clean rays of the sun are falling on all things, equally. Their impartiality is questioned by the small shrubs and grasses, growing freely in the dark homey shade of the big, proud trees. Who are soaking up all the light for free.
The bright yellow–green leaves of the trees are freshly washed and seem to be having fun. Feeling flamboyant and pretty in the breeze under the benign gaze of the splendid sun. Their more modest cousins, the dark green leaves. Look equally happy to get the sun, after the rain recedes.
Butterflies flutter, over flowers overflowing with nectar. They do a ballet, as they fly in consonance. As if they have rehearsed the steps of this beautiful dance. I can hear the happy chirping of the bird who has just found a juicy worm, and wants to proclaim this to everyone.
No one hears the cry of the poor worm who was just stomached by the happy bird. Who was but a tiny element in the circle of life, and his scared little cry uncared for, unheard. Today, the little worm could not escape its fate to experience another rain shower in this lovely landscape.
The rapture was on prowl to get the believers. You knew what you should not have known about the baby blue. Aphasia, experiences an impulsive violence, beyond the dead. Bionic hands to capture the moment of swapping uremia with swastika.
I dwell in a hut, down, under the shade of that tree, You stay in a nest, up, on the branch of that same tree Thinking thoughtfully over thoughts – a while; See every reason to Believe and reveal…., Dear
One time above a little shop, An old greengrocer climbed on top, Despite himself he could not stop, The world had changed forever. The fruit of that old grocers loins, Became obsessed with notes and coins, She knew the club