Soft gushing distant water
babbles cozily on the periphery of my consciousness
the tinkling laughter of children
floats merrily on in the midday sun
silver flashes of fish that got away from the blind fishermen
break the surface of the grey blue mirror
taunting disappointed people
the river ignores the invasion
slight winds creasing its perfection
into a rhythmic dance of joy
baby ocean so far from the deep blue
but tracing its patterns
to an ancient song of the wind
floating merrily from far shores
with the south easterly
carrying whispers of forgotten magic
inland to the great new ones soon to be born
What secrets are hidden in its depths
lurking on the conscience of the community
are there broken dreams hidden in bubbles bursting cobalt blue
The ceaseless hum of taunted bees
their senses assailed by the orgy of sweet offerings
weave back and forth
nose-diving into our midst
hell-bent on attacking any open source of nectar
abandoned bottles of coloured fizzy water
testimony to the bees ferocity
Sharp bright blue smudges the outlines of green leafy trees
our precious sun blessing all in its path
the air around us whispering silent peace
instills a feeling of wonder
reflecting our lives at its best
my body whispers into the earth
ironing my imprint onto the warm damp sand
I lay down breathing in the duskiness of the cinnamon sky
