Had to go down on knees you see to find this lovely weed
It's flowering white and with the wind it's spreading all the seed
The little flowers starlike shaped one hardly ever sees
Only by me on my knees down and I suppose by bees



I didn't catch the sharpness of the flow'ring waving reed
But I don't think it really matters, that's my opinion indeed
The silhouet against the sky and undergoing sun
Who cares if reed is sharp or not as long as I have fun



The storm had swept him of his feet, he won't get up no more
He's laying down in ever rest and long will I adore
The beauty he's displaying now, a window passing through
To see the land behind the trunk, you know, I love that too



I can't stop taking pictures of the nature that surrounds me
It's stillness and it's beauty makes my mind go ever free
A silhouette of poplar trees, my land in sun's white light
It is a pleasure to share with you this quiet landscape sight

Like scattered leaves...my words will flow

The stars will shine when I am gone,
the earth will turn on as before,
the gulls, still race along the shore,
the morning star, still kiss the dawn

Titia,

This strikes me as very, very beautiful. Enjoyed a great deal.
Thank you.

Warm regards, Pat

..without surrender, be on good terms with all persons..
        "Desiderata"