Working Days Are Near

 

Our days are numbered,

The end is coming near,

We try to brace ourselves,

The remaining time we hold dear,

I wish we could stay forever,

But, it turns out that we can’t,

The reality within arm’s reach,

A wish that cannot be grant,

The memories will last forever,

The pictures say it all,

Precious times spent,

Having an absolute ball,

‘Not to worry’, we tell ourselves,

We will do it again soon,

After all, it’s up to us,

To march to our own tune,

Indeed, it’s back to daily working life,

Schedules, lunches and plans will be made,

Our vacation time lain to rest,

That’s how it has to be, I’m afraid,

We’ll forge ahead like soldiers,

Doing what we must,

Early morning wake-ups,

Will cause the most fuss,

So, when the day comes,

And we hear that familiar sound,

We’ll Lurch ourselves out of bed,

Off to work we will be bound.

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Freedom Within, My Soft Lullaby

The lull of the ocean draws me near,

It’s layered blue depths of which I silently fear,

Yet, inside my soul there is a continual yearning,

The nature of which I am still eagerly learning,

In it lies peace and a sense of calm like no other,

As if it were a close cousin or maybe my brother,

The crashing, the splashing, the soft lullabies,

Sing a song to me that are billions of years wise,

I sit in awe and find myself staring for hours on end,

So mesmerizing are its wet curves and rolling, soft bends,

The sparkle of light on its surface invites me in,

Here I am more free than I have ever been.

 Trance

 

Freshly Picked Berries:-)

Mouth-watering goodness,

Melting on my tongue,

Energizing my spirit,

Refreshing my soul,

Nourishing my body,

No greater Satisfaction than that:-).

This Thing Called Life

Smooth sailing?  Not always.

Worth the ride?  Of course!

Lessons learned?  Without a doubt.

Twists and turns?  Hopefully.

A one-time journey?   Yup.

Make the most of it?  One should.

Write about it?  You could;-).

Share with others?  Highly recommended!!

Count your blessings?  Indeed.

 

Sail

Little White Markers

Seeds neatly planted side by side,

Little white markers there to guide,

Each tidy row holds a promise,

Especially such plants which are dicotyledonous,

Soil, water, sun, and heat,

Earthly goodnesss that is hard to beat,

One day at a time, we shall wait and see,

The fruits of our labour that will surely be:-).

Survive

Nature Exposed

Brand new growth exposed,

Vibrant green buds breathing life,

Alive, succulent.

Exposed

“A Hunting She Will Go…”

In pursuit of a,

fat mouse or a juicy bird,

Yarn simply won’t do!

Wanderlust