In gardens & fields, crops are high
Fertilizing & Sun pushed them to the sky
Most flourish, some lag behind
In the end, nature will mold & grind
In gardens & fields, crops are high
Fertilizing & Sun pushed them to the sky
Most flourish, some lag behind
In the end, nature will mold & grind
I wonder, could EU members see
A powerful Dutch economy
As a source of envy
Nitrogen as an excuse ~ as their key
To destroy a big sector of an economy
Family, friends, the outdoors
It’s papers; in Winter, the indoors
There’s always something
To keep us going ~ or staying
Prayer helps against the evil eye
It’s no use asking, why
Certain persons hold a grudge
Themselves, they above all smudge
https://fivedotoh.com/2022/07/28/fowc-with-fandango-animus/
Thanks to Fandango for this challenge 💛
Personally I think we live once
So, lessons & knowledge may matter less
Than experiencing a chance
I wonder why it is a structured process
A dream sometimes doesn’t come true
Nevertheless, isn’t it a fine gift
Having a dream to give life hue
The soul is allowed to wander adrift
I ask myself what is the connection
Between nostalgia and guilt perception
There certainly is one
Comprehension is a match point won
Wind in poplar, linden, or willow foliage,
One of my oldest Summer sound memories
It has no change or age
It ignores crow and swallow parties
Do I enjoy it enough,
I sometimes ask
So quickly, the festive mask
Is replaced by the one that’s rough
Just go out, with your water flask
A few years ago, someone said:
Life’s purpose isn’t learning
It is experiencing & enjoying
It makes sense, what they said
Humanity cares deeply
For its water transportation
Be it for business, military, or vacation
Shipment is part of human nature & history
https://fivedotoh.com/2022/07/20/fowc-with-fandango-shipment/
Thanks for another challenge, Fandango 💙
This week, the Sun made me smile
We live in Mediterranean boulevard style
https://trentsworld.blog/2022/07/18/the-weekly-smile-for-the-18th-of-july-2022-weeklysmile/
Cities like Madrid, Rome, Athens
Now have the Sunlight of Cairo, Tunis
In the nineteen nineties — so strong it is,
The light that reaches my eyes’ lense