Yellow Sunflower
Bright and friendly like the sun
Summer gold is here

History seems to clearly show,
Mankind does not want to know,
How to live in peace with grace,
That's not for the human race

Humans like to show their might,
Always looking for a fight,
So kindness is for the weak,
And niceties are for the meek

They're not happy all is well,
In wartime more arms they sell,
Spreading love we must not heed,
Making war is what we need

If God did make Earth and Man
He must have erred somewhere then

It has always been a race,
since the time of birth,
the fight between Good and Evil,
on our planet Earth;
The fight rages on,
everywhere each day,
and it is anyone's guess,
who will have its final say.

We often expect others
to do as we do,
and think as we think,
so we can be comfortable;
But are our expectations real?

Do we expect a lot from others
in the way they think,
in the way they perform,
while we ourselves are slacking
in performances and thoughts?

Just as we expect from others,
They also expect from us;
So let us not hasten
to seek perfection in others,
so we can be comfortable.

My friends are Seconds, we are sixty in all,  
Moving slightly fast, we are precise though small,  
Ticking away steadily without a stop,  
We do not run or jump or skip or hop;  

And when the sixty seconds have been done,  
I take over and continue the run,  
I am Minute and have fifty nine friends too,  
We are also precise and don’t stick like glue;  

Then when their sixty minutes have gone past,  
I take over, I am Hour and the last;  
We all work in harmony in perfect rhyme,  
Seconds, Minutes and Hours are our time.

Dogs were barking blatantly
Cats were mewing meekly
Cows were mooing moodily
Horses were neighing nosily
Goats were bleating briefly
Hens were clucking constantly
And frogs were …….  just croaking

Apart from these ……….

The farm was very quiet actually

Deleting errors is something we can do,
If we will have the patience to see things through,
For often thinking and doing things offhand,
Will throw us headfirst into disaster land,
So better to plan for all that we construct,
Then moods will remain happy and not corrupt.