Body of water larger than sea
For a little ant is a cup of tea
Stale breadcrumbs on the floor
Showing the path to the door
Straining my neck like a giraffe
Perched above having a laugh
Kookaburras on the branch
Singing their way into the lunch
Caterpillar munching on a mint plant
Unaware butterfly on the back of my hand
Lonely Cockatoo making screeching sound
It is a great joy to be here on the farm
Sing and dance as if nobody is watching
Because the rain
Drops
It has been a very steamy spring night
With a change of weather expected
The giant hails a distant possibility
Lightning switched on the nights’ spectacle
Thundering sky full of power and buzz
Raindrops finally arrive full of fresh promise
Relieved and fresh, new air to inhale
Frogs taking a bath inside the dam
Voice of nature awaken refreshed
The night sky now returned to darkness
Telling a tale of blossoming tomorrow
Stars peacefully listening in the clouds
Many beautiful moments ahead of us
As another day has been negotiated
The Sun comes back to welcome the day
With ease and grace bubbling up
Pent up energy from the Earth’s crust
Eruptions of lava and burning hot ashes
Smothering the whole soiled surface
While we have been in disbelief
Eyes covered by the dust storm
Unveiling
It may be healing
For whatever feeling
To go to the forest
Breathe air at its best
Cookies and tea
Fell inside me
Turn a new leaf
No more beef
Walk or ride
Move with pride
No smelly fumes
Silence no booms
Crack of a dawn
My daily yawn
Instead of papers
Fresh flower vapors
Coffee forgotten brew
Kombucha with a dew
Clap my hands to chant
My diet now fully plant
Om and hum feel the beat
Lift your bum bare both feet
Rite of passage in middle age
Breaking the bond fleeing the cage
Touch of breeze on my face
Being gifted divine grace
Sudden shift from foggy mind
Walking gently and being kind
Now stop and breathe
Morning glory writes a new story
Wrapped in a soft white haze
The night disappeared full of dreamy craze
Predigested soup of midnight news
Coupled with a lid an overflowing pot
At dawn we are fed new insane plot
The grown ups swept by a scenic battle
The throne is full of soft used tissues
The kingdom on their finest issues
Where there were neurons now neurotics
Fit for a purpose crumbling of the brain
Plastered by a sedative shot in the vein
What kind of humanity are we bringing up
Streets full of zombies covering their smile
With a loss of appetite to live for a while
Fire in the belly no brain in an empty head
Divine beings wings missing a feather
Tossing in a boiling pot united together
Collision with a sign
