The tree hide from the road side

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“Hide behind the trees in this wintery scene, dressed all in white, just to blend in, which is quite smart“ Gun Roswell

The tree hide from the road side

It was the perfect spot, to hide just there on the dot as walking down the streets of winter, covered with all the snow, you might just come across with someone you know, but the interaction might not be desired and the best bet would then be to seek out someplace to hide. So, be well prepared for this outing for this special outing, by dressing up in the smart things, such as camouflage attire, meaning mostly clothing of the colour white, to blend neatly in the newly made snowy cover of well, white. Then, when you hit that road of long, trusting in the ploy so fine, you can still smile, even a tad evilly as now, there is no need for being too neighbourly as you can easily find cover, the perfect hide out behind the many of trees road side, the perfect spots to lay low, when ever someone you might know, is passing by. So, do not be afraid in jumping aside and getting behind that three hide on the road side.

Sunday Snow

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“When it snows on a Sunday, it most likely still will do so on a Monday!” Gun Roswell

Sunday Snow

The first fallen snow glittering in the bright sun shine in the early morning hours in the nearby forest, where a small walk was in order, simply to check out the scenery

After all, there is really nothing more gorgeous than the snowy covered branches of the trees now totally blanketed for the upon coming winter

The animals now mostly resting, beneath the earth, comfortably digesting the mirth which they had consumed only a while ago, when fall still had its hold on the land

But a few footfalls could easily be spotted as the undercover hare with its white tail had made a few marks on the freshly fallen crispy soft snow

A few birds in the trees remaining, daring the cold winters weather, not migrating like the others, rather staying behind, and then trying to find shelter and food 

Depending also on the kindness of those passing by, the Hooman visitors in the forest where they dwell during these harsh winter times

So, with the light step, and a hefty backpack, the visitors to the forest make sure, that after gaining this magnificent experience with a view, they will leave something behind, which is for those birds and other winter dwellers simply fine.

Snow and the trees 

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”The snow falling on the trees and branches is making the forest look like an imaginary winter land, but not a wonder one though” Gun Roswell 

Snow and the trees 

The flakes are pouring down from the high heavens, landing all over the place, but especially on the tree tops in their race to conquer the world during this wintery swirl, nothing remains untouched as the goal is to get it all covered by so much snow, that those below, the dwellers, the animals the nature itself, will soon be in a white blanket laying undisturbed.

But a few greens here and there, dare to peek out from under the covers so light, while ruffling their spiky feathers, these pine trees will not submit or yield to the fight of the dominance of being under a flaky garment, not all over them anyway, rather letting these freaky flakes know, they are still there to be seen, at least, on some level, even if they would be, totally different from the rest of their surroundings, but they are only laughing if someone would say such a thing out loud, as feeling proud in whom they are, the piny trees fight back.

Peekaboo through the trees I can finally see

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“The trees look so tall and slim during the winter time when they are stripped of their leaves, almost as if they had been on a diet of sorts“ Gun Roswell

Peekaboo through the trees I can finally see

The lamp was trying to grow oh so very tall, and as big and broad as the all mighty trees it was now permanently stuck in between. But as it was now the time of winter, the tall trees, had become slimmer, making the lamp a tad bolder and sure of its goals, because now, despite all the snow, it was becoming as detectable as the tall trees, as others could it actually see it, behind the dark branches, which during this season, were not so big and bold after all. Peeking from behind of the green leaves had never been fun for the lamp who was trying to shine its faded light to all beneath, but now, it seemed, that during this cold and dark season, it once again had a reason, a stance of its own even, shining the light between the snowy trees, and if possible, growing even taller, or at least, that was the lamps forever dream.

Last of the leaves to fall

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“The last ones always do hang on for dear life until the very end, funny that is though“ Gun Roswell

Last of the leaves to fall

The autumn soon passing as it like nothing else is forever lasting, the leaves of the season, turning to faded colours, soon to take the deep dive onto the ground, where a pile will only be found before the turning to dirt and dust, because it is a must, the circle never ending even if on this day, the leaves still spending their time on the branches in a surprise set of sunshine. But if tomorrow will bring some wind and rain, those leaves will be stained with prickles of water and then, they too will falter and take the plunge, into the ground as it was predetermined from the experience of the same thing happening over and over again, the circular fashion and the life span of anything in nature really, and so, these leaves too realising freely, that it is the only way. And maybe not to take it as a dismay, rather the sense of being reborn, come next time, the spring and warmth and then from the very dust and rain, blooming again, in a new way, in colours lush green, prettier than ever seen.

Autumn, Fall

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“Autumn, Fall, what ever they may it call, it’s still gorgeous!” Gun Roswell

Autumn, Fall

In the middle, of the busiest of city centres
Lies a hidden treasure, an oasis, oh so totally splendid
Waters too, clear and very blue, just as the above fluffy clouded sky
The air, today, crisp and clean, with only a few small birds in flight
The bigger ones, such as ducks and even several swans
Make their own way, on the solid ground

But, soon enough, diving into the inviting waters
Frolicking, bathing, even playing, like sea otters
Which in this treasured pond, are not really, found
The odd passer by, giving, to the animals, all around
Treats of plenty, and then, remain watching, in complete awe
As the nature and the animals together a tableau worth a painting form
And for a passing moment, even time itself, completely stalls

Winding Road

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“Like the little red riding hood, I am going through the woods” Gun Roswell

Winding Road

The forest so thick I can hardly see the trees
But never mind, I can, hop skip and squeeze
My way through the thick layer of greens
Until I find my way back, and the ever winding road I see
It’s not too far I don’t mind, as I’m making good time
This place filled with lush green and other critters
Is surprisingly calming, even friendly, without too many jitters
With a hop and a skip, I over the narrow creek leap
Then in the distance, something shining a blue
I think do I dare or would I be a complete fool
But the adventurer wins and so with a song I sing
I start towards the patch of water in the distance
Hoping maybe, it’s a lake or similar and then in an instance
I am there and find, the rarest beach of any kind
Immediately kicking off my shoe and in goes the toe
The liquid so cool and refreshing I am soon undressing
Taking a dip in the soothing lake, before an observation I make
The road ever winding, I have already been finding
As the staring point is right at this very shore
Knowing my way back is secure, I take another round in the water, just to be sure
It’s refreshing alright and soon again, I am on my way, despite
Leaving behind this great place I have come to appreciate
But swearing I’ll be back here, for an other run of this place called nature

Secure Path

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“A secured way to go, just take it slow” Gun Roswell

Secure Path

Completely covered from all sides
The path always narrow, never too wide
Walking ever upwards, towards the goal
But never in a hurry, always taking it slow

The path so secure there is no worries
Of slipping, sliding or even any enemies
But if outside of the borders daring to venture
Then most likely, you’ll be liable for a dent or two

When finally at the end
Take a long, long look back, on the time spent
On this path so secure
You can only, be sure
That nothing, in life, is as good or safe

Green Taking Over

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“No water, no life.
No blue, no green”
Sylvia Earle

Green Taking Over

Green, is the front yard
Green, is the colour of the greeting card
Green, is the mind of this bard
Green, you cannot discard

Green, now also Red Rover
Green, like the four leaf clover
Green, is summer’s exposure
Green, is taking over

Sweet Cherries of Mine

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“We’ll take the cake with the red cherry on top”
Navjot Singh Sidhu

Sweet Cherries of Mine

Sweet and juicy
Red delicious beauties
The taste quite fruity
Mix them in a smoothie
Enjoy them in a jacuzzi
While listening to Debussy
Soon you get quite loosy
Because of the sugary boozy
Dance like a looney
And enjoying yourself truly