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

Life is light

Light gives of itself freely, filling all available space.

It does not seek anything in return;

it asks not whether you are friend or foe.

It gives of itself and is not thereby diminished.

Michael Strassfeld

Cotton Candy Dreams

I was born with wings,

I was born from a dream;


Where the clouds were made of cotton candy.


The sky looked noon
but the stars shone through.


The air was perfume,
angels sat on the moon.


I was born to take flight,
soar through the sky,
not sitting around waiting for my last goodbye.

By: TruthFromWhispers

Hold on to this moment

It's the end of the summer,

but we'll see it all again,

so hold on to this moment 'till then.

"End of the Summer" by Theory of a Deadman

Good to the last drop!

I found this bee collecting the last drops of nectar from this hot pink, jewel-coloured monarda.

Imagine how unbelievably delicious it must taste!