Even ants go house shopping

Once a little sugar ant

made up his mind to roam -

to fare away, far away,

far away from home.

He had eaten

all his breakfast,

and had his ma's consent

to see what he

should chance to see

and here's where he went:

From the poem:  The Ant Explorer   By:  C Michael James Dennis

Better be merry!

How long,

how long,

in infinite

Pursuit

Of This and That

endeavour or

dispute?

Better be merry

with the fruitful

Grape

Than sadden after none

or bitter,

Fruit.

Be Merry With the Fruitful Grape
By: Omar Khayyam

Avalanche

High up
a front of flowers
cascades down
plashing from leaf to leaf
spawning further falls

I dew, do you?

     Let your
           life
               lightly 
                      dance
     on the 
             edges
                   of Time
     like dew
              on the
                    tip
                       of a leaf


Rabindranath Tagore

Blue skies, nothing but blue skies...

Blue skies, Smiling at me

Nothing but blue skies

Do I see

Blue Skies - Irving Berlin

The apple of my eye

Youth is like spring,

an over-praised season

 more remarkable for biting winds

 than genial breezes.

Autumn is the mellower season,

and what we lose in flowers

 we more than gain in fruits.

Samuel Butler