Beada Beada
The sky was true blue, the pine trees, free green.
Eyes could not do to view this mind seizing scene.
As the haze of rise grew, the dew drips leaves clean
and the day sighs anew, in this life breathing machine.
A bit of bright sneaks across treetops of lore.
Little light leaks are lost to ferns on the floor.
In the right weeks, there be mushrooms galore.
As high daylight peaks, thrush and warbler songs soar.
In rare, open areas or holes a storm tore,
fare berry hysterias that cajole souls to roam more.
But, the pre-eve beach beckons, stars and sunset to adore,
in fleets of pleasing seconds, by far, done best from shore…
Ten times sleeping songs sung
ten old stories delivered on top of a bunk
stay awake despite repeatedly played songs from punk
but fell asleep under a pine in a blue sky hug and licked by a skunk.
Ha! The good word bird turn my smile on it’s side,
a great, glowing grin about a mile too wide.
With no room on my face, nowhere can it hide,
as I roll on the floor from the score you implied…
The grin on my face has outstretched it’s space. Thank you, good brother on another face of Mother. SpLaSh!
I can only draw what I feel.. Words escape me. You two are fantastic!
Good Albert IS fantastic and one of the reasons I still write, I want to be like him when I grow up,. I’m just a fledgling fish, with funny fins and weird whiskers…Thank you SpLaSh! >-=^;>
Beada is my inspiration source
I am just a little old bird that can not eat by force
And it would be very sad if the fish asked for a divorce.
Much love brother!
“May warm waves wash away your worries and woes to where walrus, whale and ….weird catfish wield prose? Wide n’ sideways.
Amazing photos, excellent shot
You flatter this fish. Have I properly paid you? Grin.
Ah yes…. the images, and your poetic words, bring bright light into my day as well. Thank you.
Well, then my dunk here is done. Grin. I thank YOU.
Absolutely stunning!