Dawn’s spring-time sunshine bathes me
Relaxing here under my verandah tree
Sipping on lemon and ginger tea
Watching a busy working honey-bee
Dad’s annual orchids are blooming
The flowers are glowing and beaming
I hear their spirit-bird songs swooning
Good morning dad, mum, and my girl, our day’s booming
Xavier Rudd, Lyrics
“Follow The Sun”
Follow, follow the sun
And which way the wind blows
When this day is done
Breathe, breathe in the air
Set your intentions
Dream with care
Tomorrow’s a new day for everyone
A brand new moon and brand new sun
So follow, follow the sun
The direction of the birds
The direction of love
Breathe, breathe in the air
Cherish this moment
Cherish this breath
Tomorrow’s a new day for everyone
A brand new moon, brand new sun
When you feel life coming down on you like a heavy weight
When you feel this crazy society adding to the strain
Take a stroll to the nearest water’s edge, remember your place
Many moons have risen and fallen long, long before you came
So which way is the wind blowing
What does your heart say
So follow, follow the sun
And which way the wind blows
When this day is done
Ivor Steven (c)Β 2018
Love it Ivor
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The spirit of spring
in the garden of our toil.
Here comes the Sun π
warming the soil
and stirring the soul.
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Thank you David
A perfect rhyme
for today’s sunshine.
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Oh! A very sigh-worthy photo, poem and song combo, Ivor! This post made me smile SO BIG!!! π
An idyllic day for sure! π
May your day bloom as beautifully as the orchids! π
HUGS!!! π
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My day has been a glorious day, Thank you Carolyn xx
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That was a happy poem Ivor, full,of the joys. Your dad’s orchids are doing well. How quickly the year has passed since I saw them last, still as beautiful as ever. π
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Yes Sue . time seems to fly by xx
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Wonderful Ivor !!!!
βThe orchid grows where others cannot,β said Confucius, βenduring the hardships of hunger and thirst, and is only loosely tied to the things that support it.
And, even with all the difficulty of its life, the orchid graces the world with beautiful colour and rare fragrance. This is like the life of the true gentleman, who sets himself to learn self-discipline, and whose character shines no matter where he is or what he experiences.β
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You are so kind
I treat my dad’s orchids like a shrine
Now they are mine
For me to care for over my time
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What a lovely post Ivor! Spring always feel like your poem to me. Itβs now fall here and you are inspiring me to write about it! Beautiful flowers. I love Orchids. πΈππ
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And I love your gorgeous comments πβ€οΈ
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Aww thank you Ivor, you always soften me. π
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What a beautiful way to live a day Ivor.
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It’s certainly been a happy day for me xx
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π that is a wonderful thing to hear from a friend.
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Oh Dad’s orchids are gorgeous, and when I’m under my verandah having a morning cuppa, their beauty warms my heart.
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Lovely verses Ivor, great photos and music too.
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Thank you Peter, it was a lovely morning π
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Oh the orchids! They remind me of home!
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Lovely orchids! No wonder you are so proud of them. Great post.
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They’re very special, they were my dad’s pride and joy, and probably 50 years old. π
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How very lovely βΊβ€
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My morning tea time feels like a crowded house, despite being here by myself π ππ
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You’re never alone my friend. Hugs!
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So true my friend π
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Yep – I missed this one. I wish I could keep up xxx
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Don’t worry Jane, I can never keep up, I just do the best that I can xxxxx
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