Oh hey, You look like someone that I used to know As I almost walk into a street sign that could have been death instead. I can't help but wonder if making laws that shouldn't need to be made or signs that seem over-played, is a necessity, because common sense is anything but common. All you have to do is watch the news so rotten. Or scan the headlines, if you're already so depressed... You just can't get any less impressed. It seems our species has lost the plot completely. A lot of people won't say "hi" And I don't know why. Maybe they're just shy? Stuck in their own space Happy days in happy places Are treasures to cherish. Because you never know The creaking tree could come crashing down From above to below. You just never know. Crows converse. And call me crazy But I think I know what they say. Bluejay bursts in, blatantly billowing. And the buzzing! I sense a message That might make sense in another language Like a moth chasing a flame Or a bird chasing that moth - in vain. One cicada, two cicada, three cicada, chorus By the creek, And in the forest Where the cheeky chickadee chirps, Chillaxin And then the chainsaw A blast back to reality, An outlaw, the machine... ... messing with my meditative mindset, Oh, the hypocrisy! Could it be prophecy? See full post, here! |
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Along Spencer Creek, or, Why I Love Living in, Our Valley Town, Dundas, OntarioI love Dundas so I'm gonna show it with my pictures! ~ Navajo Prayer ~
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