Sitting On The Rock

The rock by the river solid and steady

Inside is amassed a lot of stories

Inscribed on it words of promise

With the passing of time have become histories

Sitting on the rock by the riverside

 Till the tide was on the ebb

Enjoying a pastime of giggle and talk

Defying the ticking of the clock

The innocence of kids world
Of sweet moments in the smiles show
Reminiscence in a faded photo

Of a time so long ago.

Dedicated to the boy in baju Melayu on his birthday, 26 October.  

First posted in my other blog meintheswim

Life Is Like That

A tree in Mexico - picture by M

Trees grow from seeds 

spread by the birds and bees

on good earth

 a promise of growth

A tree in its prime is green with leaves

rich with showy flowers

on spreading branches

A tree in all its glory

shoots tall to the sky

 a place lofty  

for those who fly high

A tree is a beauty in nature 

giving a place character

To passers-by shelter

Alas 

it is never to last

Just as the narrative of mankind

of sagging skin and losing shine

shriveled and wrinkled

in the face of time

 the shedding away of prettiness

the eventual parting with happiness

How do trees fare 

 against the forces of nature

through time  

the leaves drop

the roots rot 

indefensible!

What now is left

 a naked tree with bare branches

functions just as a place of rest

as long as it lasts

before it slumps to the ground

to complete a lifespan.

  

NB First published on my blog me in the swim

Butterflies

Have you ever seen butterflies floating in the air

painting colors in nature

black white yellow and amber

so pure

Ever you wonder

the thousands of times the wings flutter

to stay suspended and cling to flowers

sipping heavenly nectar

Such is the beauty of the living creature

pure but not so simple

butterflies, the gift of nature 

that never fails to inspire