“A soft and sunny day spent by the Sea” Gun Roswell
Yellows on the rocks appeared suddenly Bursting into bloom, despite the gloom Weather gods throwing snow and ice When all nature was supposed to be nice
But these tiny little yellow buggers They seem like nothing them bothers Sprouting out at will, none of them ill Growing even stronger, day by day still
Even on this hard rocky place Even if the rain pours and the clouds stay The first flowers of spring Will stay just there and swing
“They usually turn up during this time of year” Gun Roswell
As those little white things Sprung out with spring So quickly Before even the bell could ring Never knowing The joy they would bring To us mere human observers Living on a string
“The spring sun, came out for some fun and brought up, tall shadows” Gun Roswell
As the spring time approaches It’s time to dim down the torches The sun getting so high Up in the bright blue sky It is so unusual and unexpected Almost as if everyone somehow neglected Is the brightness and lightness of it all Because ever since the time of fall Darkness was all these creatures would know But now, as the warmth and sunshine descends Over the land, minds and souls start to reflect All those happy thoughts one could do When the nature and mankind alike Start their journey out of the blue Stepping into the now blinding light Shedding their winter gear just out of spite For, spring, followed by summer Can never be, a total down letting bummer
“Something about the colour yellow, that makes you smile, it’s bright, it’s fun, it’s well, yellow! So wake up from that winter slumber and smell the yellow flowers!” Gun Roswell
“Take a little one step, two step, three step Then a little spin like this”
The spring is almost here Snow all but disappeared Dots of yellow sprinkled around Soon enough, multiple other colours Will fill the ground
“When the sun is shining, the weather warm, there is no use in delaying, the spring cleaning chores!” Gun Roswell
Something about the sun shining through the dirty glass left behind the winter’s snowy mass Which beckons the house holder to pick up a bucket of water and a hopefully clean rag The cleaning of the home, certainly a time honoured tradition
Alas sometimes, all of us, could do with a little less fuss rather than working oneself to exhaustion With all them chores the spring brings with it To set the house up ready and waiting for the visit Of the shiniest of sunny rays, which keep on bouncing on each and every surface
Then there is the yard or balcony or if you are unlucky, both The cleaning, the organising, the fertilising, the sowing of seeds Hoping at least a few flowery things to be appearing before the end of summer But if they won’t well, there is always the weed kinds with pretty colours So don’t be too harsh and go and rip of that yellow and purple looking grass At least something is growing on that neglected and badly kept yard!
And so there is the next topic, the one with the complete overhaul of the garden The dirt, the rocks, the whatever else is needed to get the work moving All kinds of curious tools, shovels and forks and such simply to get stuff growing? Well, do it once and then it’s all done right? Wrong! It’s a never ending cycle!
So do be, forewarned! It’s a trap, a total scam! For all those would be gardeners: Leave well enough alone, nature, will take it’s own course after all!