It waited alone on damp sand,
For the tide, to rejoin its band,
Hidden safely inside its cone,
A shellfish stranded on its own.

It had no door that I could see,
It was always open to be
Ready to crawl out to take flight,
From anything that gave it fright.

I thought I’d check if I could hear,
While holding it close to my ear,
The sound of waves some people say,
Are locked inside all night and day.

And yes, inside I know not where,
The wind and waves were surely there,
So it really is very true,
Within you hear the ocean blue!

The sky looks somewhat sorry and sad,
'tis a vast expanse of gloom and grey,
And raindrops have already started,
Quite early in the morning today;
The forecast did warn the night before,
weekend would be really cold and wet,
So maybe wiser to stay indoors,
and outings we may as well forget!

They were tiny bright lanterns,
Looking  like some fairy lights,
Dancing around the tree tops,
Appearing on summer nights;

They chased each other around,
But they didn't stay too long,
Then they switched off all their lights,
And they were finally gone;

They put on a lovely show,
Most enchanting for the eyes,
They will come out now and then,
The night's dancing fireflies.

Remember all the simple joys we had,
we were often happy and seldom sad,
when as children we had fascination,
amused by things and nature’s creations;

Flying insects, bees, moths and butterflies,
lady bugs, grasshoppers and seagulls’ cries,
raindrops, lightnings, rainbows and falling stars,
green trees and flowers, streams and coloured jars;

All these elements were always there,
fun and entertainment galore to share,
with adulthood, we lost the fantasies,
replaced by mounting responsibilities;

In our social life with daily stress,
we are constantly struggling for success,
and we often forget the simple joys,
of how we used to play with simple toys.

Sunlight fiercely shines
Too bright for many drivers
Sun glasses may help

Full moon in the sky
Garden and parks brightly lit
Lovers cannot sleep

With billions of people on this land,
Each person is but a grain of sand;

* So alone he lingers sadly on,
With memories too dreadful to bear,
Alone she suffers with wretched thoughts,
No one her burden to really share *

Impotence surrounds, scarce are true friends,
Relief is really found when life ends.