Spring colors

 I'm still waiting for the explosion of 
spring colors. Days are gray and miserable,

squirrels don't dare put their nose out from 

their home in my ancient tree, flowers forget it,

the snow is so heavy and plentiful that it will

take the sun for a hole week at 80 degree to 

melt everything. 

Guess I have no option than just sit and wait for

spring to manifest itself in my part of the world. 

Crying ... alone

Crying alone in my misery is nothing new for me

Since my early childhood there is no respite 

in my lonely life.

I ask myself "what did I do to deserve this 

evergoing misery?" but to no avail, there is not

answer. So let my tears fertilize my life, let it

serve as a reminder that we don't choose why we

are born or what is the purpose of our life on this

broken down planet or my broken down life...

The river

 

When the river talks to you the least you can do is
listen and reflect, We are the invasor, the extravagant

polluter and killing of river,ocean,lakes,but not only

we are killing the habitants of these great expands

of  fresh and salty waters. Why are we killing all that

falls between our hands. Nature the great creator 

this it's best job and lended it to us. But then one day

hopefully not during my life time, nature will just

die of trying to please mankind. Mankind is a stupid

predator and destructor and he laughs about it.....