Springtime is the best,
To find these fairy flowers,
Growing in the woods.

At night they can glow,
In a group be quite a show,
Here is a taster!
As complex as simple is.
Take care of what is important to all people everywhere.
Springtime is the best,
To find these fairy flowers,
Growing in the woods.

At night they can glow,
In a group be quite a show,
Here is a taster!
Greeks called him Hermes,
Romans called him Mercury.
I think its artwork.

It’s hidden London,
Hid in plain sight, but unseen.
It is great to see.
Walking in the woods,
I found the elfish flowers,
Grapped my longing gaze.
I tried to pick one,
It moved in the eerie light,
Then it turned to me.

I could not take it,
I left it where it was, safe.
I took this photo.
Been updating it,
Intro page, categories,
Artwork and some stuff.
It’s a lovely day,
No doubt, and I have been out,
Enjoying its peace.
Will I do this book?
The question I’m now asking.
I’m enjoying it!
It’s time to awake,
Enjoy the beautiful day,
And meet an old friend.
Mine is my guitar,
Trying to make those strings sing.
A chord cordial.
Another nice day,
I went for a walk today,
I saw some nice things.

The sun shone brightly,
The clear skies were crystal blue,
Not a drop of rain.
Photos from my phone,
Taken yesterday ev’ning,
Some trees at sunset.

I like moon photos,
One a day if I can do.
Quite a collection.
Mist hangs in the air,
Hiding and disguising things,
To slowly reveal.
They saved Notre Dame,
Pompiers de Paris praised,
A hard brave battle.
Forced to write some more,
Connection is so stubborn,
Not uploading yet.
What a funny day,
From sun shine to skies of grey,
I say, “Come what may!”
I like rain or shine,
So whatever it is fine.
The day is still mine.
I need a good break,
A good holiday away,
It’s Easter this week.
The sun is low now,
Hanging on for this evening,
Still looking so good.

A rose’s still a rose!
No matter how grave it looks.
This a lovely red.