Alone time, just me time, hunter and collector
Back to, man against nature
Salmon trout lurking under the surface, spectator
Snitch the bait, see ya in the future
When alone is a choice it’s good, ha de Gött!
Starboard or port, the question.
Best make a hasteful poll.
Right with instant satisfaction.
Left will cost, a heavy toll.
Mare nostrum, ha de Gött!
How high can a tree grow Touch the sky, tickle Gods feet Will They just giggle and enjoy Or, be annoyed. Blow it down with a storm How high can a tree grow Green dress of Mother Earth Will She smile and dance around Or, be bored. Preferring the Dress of blue How high can a tree grow Sun seeking branches, embracing shelter Will the sun, play shadows hide and seek Or, be harsh. Prance about in dessert sand
Hug a tree, for you and me, ha de Gött!
Reflecting tree more than three becomes a forest a place for rest
Knock on wood, ha de Gött!
Like Robinson, alone
On a desolate island
Waiting, longing for
Friday
Live now, ha de Gött!
Secret message written on the rock. A message from mother nature to take better care of her. Like spoiled children we ask for more, more, more. But she is blue, the only one in the solar system.
Reduce, reuse, recycle, ha de Gött!
Walking in the soft green moss with the rustling leafs from last year around my feet. In the old culture landscape where nature slowly reclaims its territory in a wild softness. The bird song cacophony, warns of the one eyed intruder disturbing the mating calls.
Go green, ha de Gött!
It was just one of those nights. The still but cold spring evening. Bird song that filled the air. So silent that you can hear the buds pop and the grass grow. Sun kissing the tree tops in a gentle caution to the coming night cold. Stillness, just stillness.
Cherish the moment, ha de Gött!
Rise up and shine
Show off your might
Prance in the mirror
Hang on for the spinn
The spinn of time
Just wasting time, ha de Gött!
Sometimes it is just still, even if you’re not sure what is up or down.
The island Killingen in Sannäsfjorden a sunny day in March. Ripples on the surface caused by me sitting on the floating bridge.
Blue can be fantastic, ha de Gött!
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