Under the Greenwood Tree

If you've read couple of my last posts, then you would know why I love this song of Shakespeare's.
The more of crap you see in buzzing families, this song beckons me.
I repeat it to myself, and even when I was falling in love with Plettenberg it use to ring in my head;
''Come hither, come hither,''
There's so much in it beside the charm of it, it reminds me of so many things, especially books like Baker's Hawk.
Its an open window whispering to you to leave the stuffiness of it all and go with the breezes.

Under the greenwood tree,
Who loves to lie with me,
And tune his merry note
Unto the sweet bird's throat,
Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here shall he see
No enemy,
But winter and rough weather.


Who doth ambition shun,
And loves to live i' the sun,
Seeking the food he eats,
And pleas'd with what he gets,
Come hither, come hither, come hither;
Here shall he see,
No enemy,
But Winter and rough weather.

Three amazing pics

Three amazing pictures caught my atttention today.

This one is a Cherry Blossom walkway in Japan.

And these two are rainbows, of course. (To SS - A true Rainbow Fan)

Sharks

Now that's an animal worth seeing.
Like how the lion is the King of the jungle? The sharks are the king of the ocean.
Whales are great too, but I think whales in the ocean are more in comparison to elephants on land??
Yeah I have seen whales and dolphins real close up in the ocean, but not sharks.
Gansbaai & Mossel Bay is the place to see sharks in Cape Town.
Cage Diving = once in a lifetime eye to eye contact with the great white sharks a mere arms length away.
Now isn't that enticing??
Here are some pics:

 Awesome aren't they?

F.E

Open A Window For Me

Open a window for me,
to a place I'd want to be,
all there is I'd love to see,
a part of me would be free.

the sight of which I adore,
the sound I had pine for,
although I can't go out the door,
and that is why I yearn for.

A window opened for me,
where at long last I would see,
something so dear to me,
the blue, blue, beloved sea.

Just to stare far out,
while my eyes wander about,
and my ears would never doubt,
it would be my happy cloud.

At my window I would sit,
and whisper to the wind every secret,
the sunshine in my heart would be lit,
while the waves call me from where I sit.

And if I were broken out of a restless nap,
to find myself dreaming of an open camp,
while in shone my silvery lamp,
leaving my elbows damp,

I would run to open my window,
and into my room the silver light would flow,
glistening silver the sea would glow,
and on my face the damp breeze would blow.

Wistfully my eyes turn,
in vain for one sound I yearn,
for the love of it my heart burn,
to see the white foam as the waves turn...

23/07/2009