“The beach is calming, at least, if there is no storm about to be forming!” Gun Roswell
Sun, water and sand,
One of each
And in the middle,
You, the reddest peach
Then life really is,
A beach
Or then it’s simply
A dream?
Life too is a beach!
Monthly Archives: July 2024
Life, is a Beach?
“Life is a dream, especially when living it on a beach!” Gun Roswell
When all them troubles
Are certainly out of reach
And every single meal,
Is a feast…
That would simply be
Life, on the beach!
We’re headed to the seaside, in the middle of the town!
“Sometimes, there is water in the middle of the city, or is the city by the shore?” Gun Roswell
This, is the scenery
Which is, greeting thee
As thee be arriving
And into, the port gliding
To the City of Helsinki!
The early morning reveals a sunrise!
“The cliche of a sunrise, well, it just makes me smile to look at it, that’’s all, the sunrise I mean, not the cliche!“ Gun Roswell
Walking on an empty beach in the early morning hours simply to reach, that best spot on the sandy shore, to catch the first rays of the dawn. Making my space on this on specific place as I wait with patience for the spectacle of the morning display to come alive because without that special thing to be seen, I am not able my day to begin, rather falling to a pit of darkness, caring less of it all, and that is no way to be living.
But I am staying strong, knowing the ball of fire will not take long, to make its appearance like it always does. And it is simply because if a day would happen, without seeing at least of glimpse of that one shiny thing high up in the skies, then most of us would likely die and that is no lie. As the bright and fiery star even from a far, give us all that we need to survive and if we are smart, we keep on worshiping the bright bringers of life each and every morning, as it rises over the horizon.
Sitting at the seashore, pondering of life?
“Life, death, life, things that nature, always come to mind, when sitting in absolute silence, by the seaside” Gun Roswell
Life is but a dream.
Or so, it could quite easily seem.
When seated at the soft and sandy beach.
The calming blue waters gently flapping against the shores.
Some would say the silence and the calm would be a bore.
But for those of us waiting to simply ponder about all the wonders around.
Well, noting could be farther from the truth so sound
As both older people and some of the youth, need that special time, feeling fine.
Simply, by sitting down and letting only the mind.
Wander.
A very rough day at the Seaside
“The sea is mighty rough, some days, for sure. But most of the time it’s calm and soothing.“ Gun Roswell
The roars of the waves as they keep on hitting the rocky shores, the howling winds in the background rubbish there store, well, it all could be a bore, so much crap going on, the day dull and grey, without seemingly any rest on display.
Alas, there is one distant gleam of hope to be seen in this, the darkest and dullest of scenes, a ray of sunshine peeking through the thick layer of clouds which still the skies heavily shroud, but being patient, allowing the wait, sitting there without hurry or worry, and then soon enough, it will appear.
By the seaside, in nature open wide
“By the seaside, near the ocean open wide, cannot help but smile” Gun Roswell
When the soaring sun beckons outside
It’s time to pack a rucksack and head into the open wide
To really enjoy what nature has to offer
Even if it is just a few hours to go for
So out and about, a smile on your face
Get out there and find your happy place
Whether be it the forest or the open seas
There is really no place rather to be
Than out there, somewhere, to be present
In the here and now, maybe even meeting with a cow
Spend the time with a friend
Because you’ll never know, when the time ends
Red and Green is something to be seen!
It’s getting all Christmasy, but in the month of July” Gun Roswell
Painted in contrast, by nature itself
Buy the work today, do not hesitate
It will be gone tomorrow
So go see them right there, down in the meadow!
Red, red berries
“Something about the red berries makes me just… drool and eat them all up in one go until I cannot eat any more!” Gun Roswell
A July gift to you
A red tasty strawberry
May be of few
But the taste better
Than you knew
Best now them cherish
Before autumn arrives
And with it all
The strawberries
Will perish
Seasonal be the skies
“Just keep on watching the skies above, and even if you something odd spy, like the blue skies, is all good, is all, just fine!” Gun Roswell
The low hanging clouds of the grey skies
Was the trade mark of this seasonal pie
After all, it was, once again, the time of fall
Even if somehow, the summer, was skipped with five
Or more days, despite the occasional mild
Some might call warm or hot weather on the side
Of May, June, July and perhaps even August went wild
For half a day or so, but I digress, because this
Was supposed to be about skies
Which do not really care that much about the season
Because given even a smallest of reason
The blue skies, will try to push through all
The dark cloud coverage, because they are simply that bold
And even if the clouds hanging low and grey
Will put up, quite the menacing albeit picturesque display
The bluest of blues, are my kind of hues
Snapping, snapping, snapping my clicker away
Wishing, that maybe, this time, they will longer stay
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