Seeds from afar ride natures winds
Of ever so many a kind as one
Wild flower seeds among the exotic
During windy nights during days of sun

From where it blows to just where it goes
Seeds immigrating where ever thus to fall
Spreading beauty far and wide this way
All being subject to natures natural call

From mountain ocean shore valleys too
Growing often thus being as one together
Constant changing gardens of life on earth
Within natures imaginative different weather

Nature provide the showers as each adapts
Grows a beautiful flowers before never seen
Each now becoming one learning to survive
Often another gift of nature ever so supreme

Later it too has seeds that spread as they did
Later academics give it the steangest name
Without the slightest idea of its originality
As by this all knowing academics claim

terrence michael sutton    
copyright  2018

Everybody crying the bush fire delibersately lit
They never think natures a fire bug as well
Two limbs rubbing together in a strong wind
Throwing out beer bottles the sun hot as hell

Flipping a cigarette out the car window too
On a hot day I've seen eggs fry on a rock
In Australia birds bring glass to build a nest
Theres more natural fires started than'd shock

Built up piles of grass over years get so hot
Ever stuck your hand in lawn clippings old
And yet they look for someone to blame
Of the negatives of nature never to be told

An old bit from a horses bridle in the grass
On a hot day cannot be picked up no way
Why do they think a crow bar never laid down
Insread of stood up upon any working day

Endless natural reasons fires started due to heat
Try walking bare footed in outback sand I say
Too many people that do not know anything
The sun and nature can ignite on any given day

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

I had nothing of the likes upon my mind
When she knocked upon my souls door
Without words or song as if she belong
She drew a place within my soul for sure

Feeling to me as if both souls they agree
Bringing needed things in life to learn
A little heaven a little hell contentment too
Allowing the candle of experience to burn

Her eyes deeper than the depths of oceans
Where all of life swam without any care
And an ability to look within a soul
And likewise see everything that was there

As if a soul depth magnet so meant to be
As if both souls had planned this being
With both being the captains of their souls
Proving love is blind at times souls agreeing


terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

( This is another piece I so admire but is
             Older than any could imagine ,,
                 Author Unknown )
The man who knows not
But knows not that he knows not
Is a fool ....Shun him~
The man who knows not
And knows he knows not
Is a student ...... teach him~
The man who knows
But knows not that he knows
Is asleep ..... awaken him~
But the man who knows
And knows that he knows
Is a teacher.......Learn from him~

Author Unknown..

Upon my porch in old chair coffee hot
Earlier than the loss of morning dew
Distant clouds of pink brighten some
A valley far below miles of moring view

The trees all shine so in rising of light
Far away purple mountains now green
Oxygen endless as gentle breezes blow
Skies slowly now a shade of blue supreme

Closer some shadows they take their leave
For them their task well done almost over
The fields once hidden now producing so
Piles of new cut hay all of freshest clover

Old gate down the way below now reborn
Horse and foal awake both on a morning run
A largest bird flies high passed all far below
Another natures gift unwrapped night is done

So much one has to view and all of this for free
Having a soul appreciate all nature gives away
And all as one for now night over and done
The birth of yet another beautiful day

terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

Away out where the crows flew backwards
Theres a place called the negativity plain
They say that if one ever goes out there
They'll never in this life be seen again

No roads out there to travel on at all
It was once told of a nightmare time
Where memories were all but dreams
And even breathing was almost a crime

So hot many from hell would go there
For a holiday they say now and then
That not far away was Woop Woop
But nobody remembers ever when

Its told that trees there would'nt grow
Nor a blade of grass one could find
That any that ever went there its told
Never knew night or day being blind

No rocks as they all crumbled into sand
  In  shadowless nightmare time they say
They exited near a place called WoopWoop
Long before the birth of night and day



terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018

To me its so important smell in life
A fragence tells me all I need to know
If a meal smells good it tastes good
Some flowers I like others just not so

I can even smell the oncoming rain
I love the smell of first drop dry ground
I love my personal after shave deodorant
A smell talks volumes without a sound

Some womens perfume stops me dead
I love the smell of scones freshly made
I love the smell of natural countryside
The oceans salty oxygen of highest grade

I can always tell if my mothers about
Besides the fact shes been dead for years
Her Lilly Of The Valley how it lingers
My fathers tobacco same deal same tears

Smells are to me everything I need to know
Mostly good plus a few somewhat bad
I don't need to see as long as I can smell
They make me happy sometimes sad



terrence michael sutton
copyright 2018