Runaways

Now it’s time to leave I fear, I am a runaway
I’ve packed my case, with my Teddy I’m ready to fade away
Into the English countryside
We’ll seek a place to hide

We’ll find a spot set the rules, and break them if we choose
After all what else is there to loose?
We’re brave me and my Teddy no one to tell us what to do
If only Mum and Dad would know the outdoors is my loo

But now the day has grown so short, the light begins to dim
We’re in the middle of a forest we need to find a limb
Big enough to hold us both above the ground that’s cold
I’m beginning to think we made a mistake in acting ever bold

I hear the sounds of the forest they seem to be all around
What chance has we to stand our ground if lucky we’ll be found
Who would think the woodlands would get so dark and scary
How I wish we were in our room under the covers well buried

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
June 19, 2010

Golden Crescent

The day will come when Mother Nature will face the test of time

It seems the hour has arrived carrying a hurt that blinds the mind
It preys atop the ocean waves, spreading its evil webs
The blacken ooze coats the sea beneath in silence flows the ebbs

For beauty once adorned this golden crescent known as the Gulf of Mexico
It’s tarnished to the point of no return as the wind emits sad echoes
What once we took as so pristine unmarked by human hands
Now is marred by greedy excuses black tides will mark our precious sands

Is it too late to change our fate can we control our destiny
Are we to witness an ocean’s demise before our very eyes?
Every day this well remains uncapped brings death a little closer
Time is slowly running out our Gulf Coast needs a closure

If by the grace of God we’re able to stop the flow of oil
Years will be needed to clean our shores to again become unspoiled
Not to mention the loss of life atop the shoreline beneath the ocean
Even know the cessations of life stirs lively commotions

From those who live along the coast, making a honest living
They will suffer untold damage from their lively way of giving
Caused soulfully by man’s stupidity in drilling so terribly deep
Now Mother Nature will decide when to stop the tears she weeps

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
June 18, 2010

Vanishing Bees

(Camellias from Norma’s backyard)

I am a flower in Norma’s garden
If only the bees would beg my pardon
They steal from me my golden harvest
Then they buzz into the forest

I remember when they were many
Now you hardly see any
What’s causing this disappearance?
For they're magnificence in their appearance

I fear there is something amidst
The bees have gone their is no bless
Is Mother Nature at a lost?
For the bees are needed at all cost

They take the nectar I impart
Spreading it around as they dart
The shame will be when they're no longer here
In defiance spring time will jeer

When the bees vanish one less will share
The nectar of life I give with care
But time moves on, and so will I
Mother Nature will see that I survive

Written by: Roland R. Ruiz
June 01, 2010