“It’s called, water. Something which can be bottled, but when it falls down from the skies, it’s just there for anyone’s taking. To use, to drink, to be put in a sink… there are simply endless possibilities on how to use it! And it’s all, free!!!” Gun Roswell
Sparkling tiny drops
Onto the leaf they popped
“Delivery here!
From the near by shop!
Your order as per requested,
Some freshly made rain drops”
“They’re red, they’re delicious, just grab one and taste it!” Gun Roswell
In summertime,
In July
Something easy,
For both tummy
And the eye
Delicious
Nutricious
Precious
Sun kissed
Wouldn’t miss
Eat them
While you can
Soon, the season is over
And it will be October
When you’ll be eating
Canned spam!
“Pink they be, but pretty as can be!” Gun Roswell
A sunny reminder
Of the days of summer
But then we found out
It was actually September
Oh, what a bummer!
Oh well, any ways,
As long as there is no snow
And the winds won’t blow
We won’t have a cow!
“They’re nature’s way of giving you the notion of time, the bells made of flowers, ringing, every single hour (except if there is no wind)” Gun Roswell
Slay bells a ringing?
It’s summer time:
Can’t touch this…
Purple flowers,
They are totally gorgeous
Telling the time?
Perhaps not
“They are well hidden, deep in the forest for none to find, yet here, look, I did find them!” Gun Roswell
As the summer wind softly blows
The delicate white bells glow
From the sunlight’s reflection
You can almost see, the perfection
“Something totally pretty about midsummer, those white flowers everywhere!” Gun Roswell
The flowerbeds’ seed
Looks like weed
But, pretty indeed
Let’s call them
Sauna Flowers
But yeah, you cannot bathe in them
Or can you?
“Nature is still the best bet for any chance of peace, colour and perhaps fun?” Gun Roswell
Sitting on a swing
Not worrying about a thing
Enjoying the simple life
Without a stinger or a strife
The air almost like silk
Time slowly passing by
Not one trouble in sight
Observing, watching, looking
What is nearby cooking
The hedgehog sipping it’s milk
The squirrel with it’s tail high
A bird gliding in mid flight
The flowers in the wind crooking
The clouds hanging softly in the sky
Exhaling, letting out a sigh
The last rays of sun on the skin
What a perfect fin
For a July summer’s day
The grass in a gentle sway
“Something about nature and going back to it? Pretty and all, that is true!” Gun Roswell
The last of warm days?
Before the cold rains again?
It is time to prepare
But do not despair
Summer may be ending
The nature surely changing
Soon it will be summer, then autumn and winter again
But the colours
Will be awesome before that will happen!
“Something about looking up towards the skies and about some kind of truth found there? The truth being out there???” Gun Rowell
Blue, darker, black
White, greyer, and then black
The days are getting shorter
The sunlight but a quarter
The clouds gathering
Soon the sun capturing
More rain to be expected
Into our souls reflected
In the above skies
The only truth lies
The summer’s end
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
