“Up up up the tree top we thrive, even if it’s just some narrow branches, ready to break our… thighs?” Gun Roswell
Rock-a-bye baby
On the tree top
I am feeling kind of hazy
So I better just stop!
Up the Tree Top!
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Trees of Plenty
“Trees and leaves, the change of weather, the change of time, fall, august, has arrived” Gun Roswell
Mother Nature’s work of art
Colourful, simple and smart
Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall
Following the ancient protocol
All the Shade!
“When in doubt, put on some shades and you are hidden away from prying eyes and the sun and that is no pun!“ Gun Roswell
When the sun shines to hot and bright, it is time, to make a move to the right, or left, depending on where you can find, the right kind of shade, for cooling off and taking a break, from that warm globe high up in the skies, which might have made you smile before you realised it was pretty hot out there, with all kinds of flares, because you ventured out there on your first day on a dare.
Sitting or lying down, it is all just fine as long as there is no frown shown on your face, as it might there permanently stay, if you gotten yourself burnt by the rays so hot and sizzling, it got you all bothered and dizzy, but all is well now, in the cool shade. And no need to hurry away, simply stay, as long as you need or even for the rest of the day, you can in this safe haven of sorts lay.
All kinds of shade is what you can find, when the sun and maybe the rest of the worshipers of the golden globe up there, gets too much even if it was fun to share, the beach so warm, the sand getting that was getting everywhere, but hey, this is part of the deal, of enjoying the so called summer activities, and not being the odd person out, even if you needed to shout because it was simply too hot and too much out there, in the sun, before you decided to run and come to the dark side, out of the light, in the cooling calming shade.
Under the Tall Palm Tree
“There is plenty to do, in the shade on a warm day, sitting under the cooling tree, sipping, on some ice tea.” Gun Roswell
Under the palm tree
Down by the sea
My sweetheart and I
Are…
Enjoying some tea
Something about… snow?
“Snow, snow, snow and then some” Gun Roswell
Something about… snow?
Trees,
Without leaves
Pines,
Without vines
Snow
An equalizer
Winter’s Branches
“They are frozen, solid, preserved and intact, until spring.” Gun Roswell
Winter’s Branches
Just yesterday, the leaves were hanging there, living, breathing, drinking in the water from the rain having fallen from the open skies, waving gently in the winds, as if nothing would disturb them.
Then, overnight, the temperatures plummeted, and without so much as a warning, the leaves of the threes, froze, mid life, without a strife, simply hanging there in suspended animation, in whatever position they had been, when the extreme wheaten stormed in.
Pretty, they are, even from a far, the hanging jewels of sorts of the tree, covered by snow and ice, looking quite nice, but inside there, is life waiting to pounce forward at the first sign of spring.
Wintery branches
“The nature has painted the branches of the trees with a white crystal like substance, something these mere mortals call as “snow”” Gun Roswell
Wintery branches
The early morning snow showers, had painted patterns all over the place, frozen for a short moment in the cold weather, the icicles of the flowery flakes glistening in the morning sun, looking like much fun, at least, when staring from the window, from the warmth of the inside. But those who dare outside, in the world now rather cold and crispy, perhaps taken some sort of recording device with them, whether a mechanical one, or a simple pen and paper setup, they might just be able to capture the most gorgeous scene, right out of a fantasy book, as the look, is pretty much out there, from the mind of the creator, Mother Nature, rewarding us with this sight. And after the day is done, those patterns would have turned, to something else as more snow and ice would have burned on top of the original ones. So, perhaps todays display, will be even the more tomorrow, who knows? The point being, keep an interest in the surroundings as you can never know what interesting things you might just be finding out there.
Snow fall
“Sometimes snow falls, onto the tall branches out there in the forest, where it’s all quiet” Gun Roswell
Snow fall
The perks of winter, getting a new kind of wardrobe, at least over nature, covered all in the fluffy material, called snow, and just for show, it made its way all over and everywhere, not one single spot having been soared.
Deep in the forest, trees of the tallest too had their fair share of the snowy fall, together building a temporary but still solid wall, at least a visual one as it wasn’t impenetrable after all, simply there because and getting through becoming a sport of sorts.
Those athletic types skiing through them all, making more snow fall in their wake, but luckily the softness albeit cold and damp, never hurting those properly clad.
Mountainside
“The mountains are hard to conquer, at least from the point of few of a small bipedal being such as myself” Gun Roswell
Mountainside
The mountain too tall to climb alone, but I will try nevertheless, without too much in gear as I must confess, I have something to prove for myself.
Bare hands clutching to whatever there is to take a hold off, hauling up the rest of the body, at least until I can get a foothold of something solid.
So, keeping on the upward climb, only waiting for whatever there is up there I can find, as it is hopefully so much better than that of the below, getting high up, is the best right?
At least, that is what I am hoping, while getting ever more higher off the ground, as the rumours spoken down below, of something blissful and better, and so, here I go, looking for that treasure, even if it simply is to find, some peace of mind.
The tree up the hill, the stories will spill
“The oldest of trees, growing on the solemn tall hill, have many secrets to keep, but, are you ready to hear them?” Gun Roswell
The tree up the hill, the stories will spill
The old and decrepit tree, up there on the slippery hill see? Some may think, is not much to look at, but the fact is, that it holds a plethora of stories and tales, none of the are on sale, but if you are willing to make a trade, then a few of them might be for free shared, that is unless you are too scared to try out something new and the find out, some well kept truths too.
Now, as to the fee, it might not be, what you think it is, as all that this old tree really needs, is some loving kindness and care, some time with it to be shared, maybe some fertilizer and water too, but mostly, what will do, to get the tree to share some of it secrets, is for the listener to spend the time without regrets and the only request from said tree is, that you, the listener, will take the stories to your heart and maybe learn from them which is the thing smart to do.
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