It Gives Me Pleasure . . . . .

To look at you and things of beauty like the 'David,'
Michaelangelo sculpted a piece where nothing was hid;
Mona Lisa smiled sardonically, said you've been a 'norty' boy,
I forgave her because looking at her was a feeling of joy.

My 'parachute' plants I love and call them my babies,
I talk to them because I want to know what love is;
I speak to Buddha, what great advice he always gives me,
you believe or not, if negative you're missing great mystery.

I tend to be set by serendipty, good things by accident,
but that's great, Gaddafi said: 'Get scrubbed, come to my tent,'
yes, outrageous in concept - extract goodness from this life,
fine lines, lightness, wonder, where darkness may be rife.

I put some shadows on my fence, dancing in the sun,
every time I looked it gave me pleasure when it was done.