Been working hard and long the past few weeks… I work in my living room
reclining on the sofa facing a French window… it’s so stunning outside
sometimes or rather most times… and given the vagaries of the English weather
it almost seems like a different view everyday… sometimes the sun breaking out…
sometimes the wind howling…sometimes the rain falling on the patch of green
melting into the mountains…sometimes the sky is blue… sometimes pink… sometimes
the ducks and other birds flit around… sometimes there is a medley of colours
and weather and creatures… made me doodle some random lines…
How weary the mind grows
Contemplating dull work
Outside my French window
Sweet little birds chirp
The warm sunny rays
Fall flat upon my face
As I tilt my head a little
And let my eyes wondrously settle
Am I awake or could I be dreaming?
Surely heaven couldn’t be streaming
The scene before my eyes
While I all oblivious
Focus on things trivial
Type and frown and cut and paste
Make haste, turn hours to waste
When but a moment in nature’s lovely glare
Would be enough to capture eternity and spare
Why then do we spend all day watching a bleak computer screen?
Time’s running out and when it does…what would our lives mean?
~Me
posted by Sylvia D'souza at 4:39 am
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