The love of a mother
Is like no other
Years may go by
But [her] love will not die
Tears a mother has cried
Of joy and of sorrow
With children by her side
Will have dried come tomorrow
With kids old or young
Bonds ever so strong
The love of a mother
Will last forever
You emerge with brand new wings
But how will you learn to fly?
You’ll know how to use these things
And soon take to the sky
Fly you will for miles and miles, nature’s wonder
Stopping here and there on colourful flowers
To collect pollen, the sole mission of a forager
Your calling for maybe a thousand hours
Day after day, all of this flying
High and far, there is no denying
Your worn and tattered wings a sure sign
That soon you’ll reach the end of the line
A lone prairie crocus emerges
In a ray of sunlight
Amidst sparse green sprouts
And dry winter thatch
Colours and delicate petals
Bring cautious optimism
Spring is upon us, finally!
We can only hope
Beautiful flowers bloom in the harshest of places
Only needing a sprinkle of water and heat
To spring right out of sand and stones.
Colours transform a dreary and drab landscape…
What could bloom from this harshest of situations
And make the world a better place?
Happy Earth Day!
Star for just a day
Resplendent in all your charm
Take my breath away
White velvet petals
Colourful and sharp details
A scene of contrasts
They come and they go
Buzzing, Taking, and Going
Nature never sleeps
Enchanting colours
Attraction for all sizes
Abundance to share
“New Battlefield Sensor Technology” — An unnamed official from an unnamed country reported that another unnamed country led by an unnamed dictator has been using new battlefield sensor technology, pictured above (obtained from an unnamed photographer), to eavesdrop on communications and to collect electronic information—to spy, really—on citizens of countries around the world. It would appear their main interest lies in consumer shopping patterns, online gambling habits, and the brand of coffee they drink.
We are investigating…
Upon further investigation, it would appear the official photographer may have gotten too close to the hibiscus and triggered the shutter accidentally as he tripped on his shoelace, which had come undone while he ran to catch a better shot.
Early rays
Piercing through morning haze
Bouncing skyward
Off the blue liquid mirror
Lost in thought
Pulled from my reverie
Mirage or trickery
Like a gentle shower
Hundreds of tiny circles
Perturbing the water
Here one second
Gone in a flash
There with a dash
Breakfast for tiny pike
Watching, eager to strike
Tiny wings and legs above
All it took was one bite
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I really liked the foxglove
p.s. If you’re still reading at this point, you probably wonder what the foxglove has to do with the story. Well, nothing really.
I never took a photo of the lake… I wish I had my camera with me, alas I didn’t.
But I had a photo of a foxglove. That’s it.
