rainy day
It rains in my heart
As it rains on the town,
What languor so dark
That it soaks to my heart?
To dream or to be
“It is in our idleness, in our dreams, that the submerged truth sometimes makes its way to the surface.”
Virginia Woolf.
the rain in africa
The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless longing for some solitary company...
I bless the rains down in Africa..
the more you give, the more you get
For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have.
And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead,
the more water...
eidelweiss…eidelweiss
Edelweiss, Edelweiss
Every morning you greet me
Small and white, clean and bright
You look happy to meet me
There is a silent eloquence In every wild bluebell…
Spotting a carpet of bluebells in a woodland is a highlight of any springtime walk in the countryside... The bluebell has been voted Britain’s favourite...