There is bounty here and not the coconut covered in chocolate one nor the wanted dead or alive one, this bounty is what nature gives to those that live with and respect nature

and nature's bounty is like finding five pound notes growing on trees which pleases everyone's eye.

When the morning sun lights up the vineyard it'd be very hard to find a richer place,
even the Old Lady of Threadneedle Street pulls a face when faced with that truth.

Now
I could bang on about it all but She's just called (no not to say  'I love you' ) but to say, time for tea sweetie.

And it's very hot
the weather not the tea.

Can't see what they're singing
but I hear them
birds bringing in the daylight
and here am I
winging it
as if daylight's my birthright.

So what if I'm not as bright as a button
or as sharp as I could be
nothing can touch me.

She
sleeps on
even though the night has been and gone
I leave her to dream

I may be dreaming too
this whole episode being watched on pay per view in some distant galaxy
but it doesn't worry me
and if it's true
it shouldn't worry you
we're all stars that shine.

And if I am dreaming
I'm putting a triple cream in my coffee
which is equal to
about a quarter of a calorie.

I wonder if silence is the question?

Maside in the morning
woke at three
can't stop yawning

The day ahead looks behind
sees me struggling
but the day is kind
and
lends a helping hand.

Climbing up the stairs now
which is better than climbing up the walls

Peace reigns
rain also rains
it always rains
up North.

Sunday and I shall pray
not much going on today.

She,
In a bikini
( swimsuit not Atoll )
me
on a sunbed
face red
blushes easily
but
She's teasing me
constantly

Sunday and I shall pray.

Always that time of the day
when it's that time of the day

wash your face
brush your teeth
put them toys away

Parents always have the last say
when you're ten.

The way goes on
how long depends

Everything depends on the..
...do I mean the ends?

Here and now
is
like there and then
but when
were we ever like that?

Waiting for sundown
hoping for sunrise
the mirror
watching my eyes
taking it in.

I’d open the door
but I’ve been here before
and so have you

we don’t remember
and
maybe that has a ring to it.

Skin’s peeling
feeling
like I’m melting,

Up North
they’d say
the weather’s belting

I’d give ‘em a smack
but they lack
understanding

I’m standing under the shower
cold for the old and at last
it’s on tap.

Long live the summer
iced tea and a ***
and for some

that’d be the some in Spain
gazpacho.