MOrning melOdies episOde three

It is favorable for a figure to remain passive in presence of brown boundaries

With stock of trades in addition trees

Tiny flying features always appear to interfere, for registering their presence

Acute capacity with fence

Restricts tourism here, to commence

This saved the scene for the native

Entirely and naturally creative

Stock of aqua allows to hope

For fish by throwing line near rope

Bait will be kept few yards away from a fall

For fish, oxygen in zone makes a call

To dare and enter

Alas will be caught in center

Folks with a faith carry carefully four pairs of bait, for their say

So sorry, nature’s law permits one fish in a day

As it has to satisfy whole town

Can’t let others down

Since nature will receive and own all specie either breathing or not

It is time that insights must be sort

Running water is rich with miscellaneous categories from centuries it hold

Fishermen interested in one that can be sold

After a high rate told

Sowing their luck at different range and rate

But inside breathers are familiar with the whiff of the bait

And avoid

If in a day on that pull one has already sacrificed

Keep calm

Their palm

Never complain this by diving out

Either tiny or trout

Whistle

 W e

 H ear it when enjoying break, everyday

 I t

 S ounds annoying since it announces

 T hat the joyous time at

 L ast came to an

 E nd

MOrning MelOdies Episode twO

It is fortunate enough to be alone when regretting pleasures that use to expire in no time

Early bright walk is required to find new delights and store these prime

That can create some visionary impressions, save sunbeams in eyes

those borrowed beams is a grant to sleep well when darkness arrives uninvited with cries

Every move of a leaf settled on a vase nearby will bring breath to death sentiment:

Not for of fright; but of sudden happening:

As all that arrive sudden use to weaken the judgment.

I at all times admire an account of Tulips that’s surround

As it wouldn’t dry breathe, staying around.

During a stay at carved wooden blocks arranged in horizontal,

In contrast hammered in vertical:

 To balance my world.

I by no means dare to slide my palm through steel slide stapled at sides:

Not since it hurts

In fact, it charge up me then alerts

Informs that I am still alive

Now, Its day five

Asks me to enter in mainstream, running into the pool. I converse to dive:

Need a rest on this landmark that sown;

Looking to call it a destiny and confirm it as my last stone.

Finally stopped following any paths

Started to tile the route that broken in halves,

And surroundings to benefit the upcoming pass byers.