“Sweet and yellow, just so mellow, those are the lions of spring!” Gun Roswell
By the road side Between the rocks Spreading its leaves wide Hoping for a few rain drops Just one flower now Soon another one pops If you wonder how Well, there is a secret box…
“There as so many colours out here, I don’t know how I can manage with them all, but I love them just the same” Gun Roswell
Red Leaves of spring Bright Red they be Pink and Pretty for a while too Perhaps Orange just a few Bright and Pink most of them though And then back to red again I could spend The whole day counting the colours Pretty as are the odours
“Spring is going to spring, at least we can hope it will!” Gun Roswell
Spring in the city of Barcelona
It’s that time of the year When life is kicking to full gear The signs are clearly out there Just venture outside without fear
The flowers, birds and bees Come out from their hiding to seek The freshness of new life in leap Open your own eyes to see
Time for travels to a country foreign Hoping some sights to be scoring Nothing in this place is boring Even the buildings tell a story
Look up and down, and all around Plenty of things and people to be found Nature at is best, even the ground Green grasses, leaves and flowers make a sound
Spring at home or over seas Nothing better on the wish list indeed Glad to shed the clothes of winter And tell all, spring is finally in here
“Sometimes it rains, in spring it does too, and yeah, these days, it rains a lot!” Gun Roswell
Spring kind of weather? Yeah, it really is!
The grass, looking oh so green It is finally that time, the time of spring All them colourful birds, do so loudly sing…
But, then, Out of the total and unexpected blue Bigger than life, some of them football size (honestly!) Totally white and really cold snowballs From the now greyed out open skies, start to fall
WTF?
Well, you expected a change in the weather And, this, this is certainly spring kind of weather!
“The blue water the only divider between me and my dream of living on that special kind of island” Gun Roswell
Spring on a secret island
I am living On a secret island I just keep smiling Thinking about My tiny piece of land No one can understand Until they have landed On this tiny Place of sand My land, my island
“Sometimes, it’s nice, to simply hang around the yard, sit under the apple tree and observe nature” Gun Roswell
Spring time under the apple tree
A seat so close You can surely get a doze Of the fragrancy of the tree Filled with greenest of leaves And fully blooming white flowers Which might just have the power To turn the gloom in to a boom And bring forth the time of spring And make this day of Monday So much better than any other day!