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A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.
Max Muller

Flower meets Man

Flower meets Man

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A woodland in full color is awesome as a forest fire, in magnitude at least, but a single tree is like a dancing tongue of flame to warm the heart. 
Hal Borland 

A Single tree

A Single tree

Cranes Take Flight

Cranes

Cranes Take Flight

You know its truly winter.

When you come grace us with your fights.

Like angels you appear. 

In the cold and snowy night.

You strut your stuff so confidently.

And show of  for all in sight.

You make it look so easy.

Like a professional in flight.

The dance of the cranes has no equal.

And so it will remain.

For the crane is the king off the dancing birds.

Forever it will reign.  

The Nomadic Eagle

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Spectacular in flight.

 

Nature’s Sound

Nature's Call

Nature’s Call

Listen. Can you hear it?

The sounds of nature is on the wind.

Do you hear the crickets call?

Do you here the leaves that fall?

Listen. Can you here it?

The sounds of nature is all around.

Do you hear the soft steps of ants in the night?

Do you hear the dung beetles where they battle and fight?

Listen. Can you hear it?

The sounds of nature is calling out.

Do you hear the hyena’s laughter of delight?

Do you hear the thundering echo’s of lions that fight?

These are the sounds of nature.

Those sounds that could sometimes pluck a tear.

But inspiring those who listen to its calls. 

For nature holds us captive in its great abounding halls.

The Nomadic Eagle

In the Bush

In the Bush

Cheer and Song

If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
J. R. R. Tolkien

Music the world's second language.

Music the world’s second language.

Meerkat

Meerkat

Meerkat

Meerkat  standing there looking at the world.

What do you see?

Do see me?

Or do you see the world in all its natural glory?

 —

Meerkat standing there looking at the world.

What do you see?

Do see the worlds a changing?

Changing from its once natural beauty?

The  Meerkat is the watcher of nature.

No other can take its place.

Standing in the Kalahari’s prairies and dust.

Looking at a world that once was.

A world that is now just going to dust.

The Nomadic Eagle

BBC Animals

BBC Animals

The Hummingbird

Across the downs a hummingbird
Came dipping through the bowers,
He pivoted on emptiness
To scrutinize the flowers.
-Lava Lane and Other Poems (1925) The First Reforme

Grace is the Hummingbird

Grace is the Hummingbird

Night Time

Though my soul may set in darkness,
it will rise in perfect light;
I have loved the stars too fondly,
to be fearful of the night.”
― Sarah Williams

Moon and tree

Do not fear the darkness cause you have eternal sunshine in your mind.

Natures Healing Powers!

Those who contemplate the beauty of the earth find reserves of strength that will endure as long as life lasts. There is something infinitely healing in the repeated refrains of nature — the assurance that dawn comes after night, and spring after winter.” 
― Rachel CarsonSilent Spring

Nature can heal anyone and anything.

First Snow of Winter!

First Snow Of The Year

The first snow has come in the dark of night.

Covering the mountains in a ghostly and enchanting white.

This year it came earlier than last.

Bringing memories of the year that’s past.

A year of good and bad.

A year full of what was happy and what was sad.

So the the winter finally officially dawns upon The Lands.

Till February sun brings summer again in its hands.

The Nomadic Eagle

Covering everything in White

Nature In All it’s Majesty!

Nature In All Its Majesty

The one thing I can  not live without

is the majesty that mother nature is all about.

All of mother earth holds its beauty.

From the smallest snowflake to a landscapes majestic beauty.

Everyday we find ourselves surrounded by towers of cement and steel.

Not looking outside and feeling for what is real.

Everyday we just live life as it feels.

Forgetting what live is all about and how we can heal.

I come from a country with astounding beauty and splendor.

A child of Africa forever and ever.

But I find myself  now in a world of man made structures that lets the mind wither.

With an unquenchable thirst for what lies just outside among the heather.

It is my dream to return to Africa.

For there nature runs rampant and free.

From the somber lands to the high flying Águila.

Such importance majestic mother nature holds for me.

Let’s go back to the ways of old and live free.

Enjoying mother nature in all its glory.

Opening up our minds for only then we will see.

Natures unfathomable majesty.

The Nomadic Eagle

African Wildlife

The Eagle

The Eagle

The Eagle soars on high.

Looking down to the land from the sky.

Almost floating like a feather

on the winds that carries it nether.

Always keeping a watchful eye

from there way… way up high.

Leaving no land unread.

In it’s eternal scavenge till it’s time for bed.

Even the Eagle has to rest.

Even if flying is what he does best.

He has to come down to the nest.

To recharge his buzzards head.

It’s at such times that he tries to understand himself.

Coming back from the distant lands where  he found himself.

These times he uses to contemplate.

For tomorrow may bring a strange new fate.

He wakes early in the morn.

Flying of into the new dawn.

Feeling the morning sun on his wings.

Knowing what today just might bring.

Suddenly he spots something on the ground.

Close to a big towering termite mound.

He ducks his head down.

Looking more focused on what he have found.

The air rushes past his wings.

Feeling the rush that only the chase can bring.

Suddenly the hare bounds of in a fright.

Trying to get out of the light.

But the Eagle has its ways.

Learned through all its life long days.

Tucking in his wings to get extra pace.

To quicken the hares deadly fate.

This is the life the Eagle leads.

Finding daily exactly what He needs.

Scavenging everywhere for new things.

Either on the ground or on the wing.

The Nomadic Eagle

The eagle and its prey!

The Mist

The Mist

The sun struggles in the morn.

Fighting through white pillows

hanging in the dawn.

The mist…

thick and white, 

is it’s shape. 

Making the landscape look

like an ice cream cake.

The mist takes over in the morn.

Rolling over every hill and lawn.

Awaiting the onset of  the dawn.

The mist…

thick and white 

is it’s shape.

Making the landscape look

like an ice cream cake.

The mist is such a mysterious natural state.

Comes around to any place.

A scary foe for any to face.

The mist…

thick and white 

is it’s shape.

Making the landscape look

like an ice cream cake.

The Nomadic Eagle

Thick and white

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Putting life into words.

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