Chilling Out or Spaced Out:Getting back to nature

I had a go at some simple concrete poetry. The leaves were noticed whilst visiting a children's play park in Gijon, Spain and the waves - well down at the local beach. 'Easy Waves' was a game I played with my neice Xana whilst we were in the sea. We stood shouting at the waves and turned it into a rhyme. I would shout a line and she would repeat it. Spent quite a bit of time with my sister's boyfriend and we talked a little bit about the waves for surfing and he told me about wave shapes and what affects them.

Leaf

Each
A tiny Sail
On branches
Joined to trunks
To drive the
World
Around.

Easy Waves

Easy Waves
I don't care waves
I'm not scared waves
You won't get me waves
I'll just jump over you waves
Easy waves that I like.

Wave Shapes
(cheers Javi)

A
Reef
Will give
A definite shape
Every time
Whilst
Sand changes
With every tide
And makes
A new
Wave,
But,
Give me
An offshore wind,
See the swell,
Watch me
Ride.

And then there is the other side to me.

Mason the Fish

Mason was a fish.
At least, he acted just like one.
With his mouth round and open,
Approaching the girls was his fun.

For his salutation,
He's lay on five with a fin.
And for a minute
His round mouth would become a grin.

One day, like any other,
Mason was in his groove
Swimming with the ladies,
Waiting to make a move.

Then a particularly fine catch
Got him on her hook
Wearing bright red stilettos
And fish nets fit for luck.

But as he glided over,
She destroyed him with just one remark
"You're really a little orange fish,
I'd much prefer a big white shark."

But now he's proud to be a goldfish.
Before his style had been all wrong.
Trying out shark moves when really,
He was a little fish in a big blue pond.