THE RIVER

A river passes like shimmering glass as it silently flows, 

Cluttered by boats that do pleasure and relaxation bring.

With birds passing overhead, to land in the trees so green and sing.

This is a day we dream of and hope more this summer will bring.

Cuddled by a sky so blue with white clouds passing by.

Clutching a good book, a glass bubbling with contents of choice.

Knowing all is well in your world, you relax and let your worries go.

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Photo by Elmer Cañas on Unsplash

 

FALLING LEAVES

The first sight of buds growing high in the trees after the barrenness of winter brings us such pleasure.

When suddenly they burst open into fresh green leaves of various shapes and sizes, announcing the arrival of spring and the departure of winter.

They stay aloft or in clumps of bushes, with gentle breezes or violent gales to keep them actively dancing on their branches.

Giving shade and safe nesting places for the birds, and removing carbon from the air that we breathe for us.

As the summer moves on and the temperature changes, leaves begin their final swaying dance, before falling down to the ground to their slow decay, and final mulching.

Just before the leaves start falling, they change colour into gold, red, and brown, giving us cause to admire them before their complete detachment.

They have a last task to do, to provide food for other plants, trees and insects, plus fungi to enjoy.

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2025 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen 

Photo: Anna Almeida