“It’s raining again, those watery droplets, soon after for a while remain” Gun Roswell
“More water,
I need more water”
Said the sea otter
As he played with Flotter
Getting even more hotter
“Waiter,
Where is that damned water?
I made the order
At least ten minutes ago!”
“They’re like small bells, swinging gently in the low winds” Gun Roswell
As the summer wind softly blows
The delicate white bells glow
From the sunlight’s reflection
You can almost see, the perfection
“The sun is shining, on the other side, over there, across the sea, somewhere else but definitely not here“ Gun Roswell
There is sunshine, on the other side, the proof delivered by a witness, who dared to peek through the curtain, and then, after seeing the miracle, snapped the picture, as proof!
As of now, the summer is officially over, as September has just reared is ugly head and instead of getting a cooling down situation outside, the plummet in daily temperatures, not to mention all the down pour, has definitely not left any of us scored.
So, even after complaining about the whole too warm summer time, having lasted for such a short while, the winter season is upon, the sunshine, the warmth the greens, all but gone.
Luckily though, in the dreams and pictures, some of it can be relived, when huddling down frozen cold because of as was foretold, it is the season of rain and behold, soon enough – snow!
“Summer, should be I think, as the calendar says, “July”, but why is it snowing?” Gun Roswell
When the month of July is upon
You start, to really hard, to wonder on
As to where the summer has gone
It did not appear at all this year
And then you already start to fear
As the winter season slowly but surely grows near
It’s not so warm as you might have expected
But if you look close enough, you can something detect
A ray of light, on to the waters edge reflected
Maybe there is still hope after all
Before the coming of a complete fall
Despite the weather so gloomy and dulll
At least it’s not as freezing cold
Even if the weather forecast hail showed
And it’s above the freezing point or so
Summer in the month of July
Sometimes it’s good sometimes, just fine
But there is really no denying:
It could be worse, as we could have snow
“Summer is here and so is all the green popping out, was there ever any doubt” Gun Roswell
The green on the trees, the bushes, everywhere seen and even allowing the flowers to use their stem colour, as green, naturally.
But it’s not just the lush green, pretty as seen, but also a great cover, a camouflage of the highest caliber, as provided by Mother Nature herself.
The privacy curtain, certainly not hurting, the dwellers living beyond, the green wall, standing strong, against every kind of peeping Tammy or Tom.
But the most important thing, is not the cover or the wall, rather the fact that it’s summer and all that green, makes the air fresher and more easy to breathe.
“We are all ready for our close-ups, dear photographer, hurry up as soon, we shall all fall into a deep slumber for the Winter” Gun Roswell
When the nature has shed
Summer’s green
The colours of red
Is all that is seen
Leaves and berries
Even the cherries
Shining brightly
So tread lightly
When stepping into nature
“The nature soon going to sleep, the August ending, the Summer ending, enjoy it while it’s still alive and well!” Gun Roswell
The last warm days
Before the cold rains
It is time to prepare
But do not despair
Summer may be ending
The nature surely changing
Soon it will be autumn
But the colours
Will be awesome
“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
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!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 
