Succulent Time
Night oozing motions, like a prickly pair
Sap is tasty, touching brings despair,
Spikes guarding center, rewards are not clear,
Center quite distant, come lets grab a beer
Succulent booze, succulent wine,
This is how we spend the night,
Time is ticking, breezing our sight,
Hammock swinging in the bright.
Sight of ruins, quite the fright,
Bright the dream, delight it could be,
Walk up the stairs, fear surrounds me,
What if they finished, hopes under the sea.
Drifting on ocean , bouncing merrily, bumblebees,
Splashed by tidal waves, mans gripping on his seat,
Meandering through caves, laughs echoing in might
rocks shaped by time, artist nowhere in sight.
Bring your mind at ease, clear reflection, with me,
Don’t try too hard you’ll squeeze, relieve tension, without greed,
Look around don’t freeze, comprehension, don’t mislead
I want you to believe, success, plant your seed.
Steak tartare to start, raw just like the ruins,
If it’s not finished, half full some would see,
Don’t let a broken project, break you,
Push back tomorrow, just like the sea.
Thanks for reading, had some fun with the camera this holiday. My aim was to take pictures of cacti, so I have left some extra content below.
