July

Cicadas buzz, hidden in vibrant trees. Nature has triumphed, all is green and bright. Pastel sunsets so warm; so cool the breeze. Through pristine glass I watch this realm of light. No heartbeat quickens, what is there to do? Fruit at hand, danger afar, comfort calls. Just a long, heat-hazed dream, a smile or two. No purpose bar pleasure within these walls. Temptation is strong to loose the sharp hooks, let the mind drift away on a turquoise sea. What matters the lessons lying in books? Why try to be strong when you can be free? So quick to forget that things never last, our eyes lose focus on future and past. 24 July 2016