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Outside the crickets chirp. The grass has dew. The moon shines as a half crescent. A circle shimmering around it. The stars shine brighter than before. Constellations come to life.
Planet Earth, my home, my place A capricious anomaly in the sea of space Planet Earth, are you just Floating by, a cloud of dust A minor globe, about to bust A piece of metal bound to rust A speck of...
Trees close, comforting green,. Dripping with rain, a given sheen,. Scattered among the canopy,. Are little fairies held in captivity,. Behind lanterns made of glass,.
Gently walking across the edge of the sea, Feeling safe, as you're close to me, We watch the flickering sunlight dance, As evening comes, we become entranced, The sun is feeling tired now, he knows...
A raindrop is greeted by and sigh or a yay. Either way. It can be sighed when we put out the post. And neglected like a ghost. It can be enjoyed by a yay when we gaze out the car.
Through the heavens, across the sky,. The bird of fire shall always fly,. Over the treetops, gliding on the air,. Feral, wild, no home, no lair,. Evil flees, blackness runs,.
'Twas nearing dusk, yet still the air was filled, With life abundant flitting on its busy rounds and I, My fitting tribute to a day so fine as this, was called, To wander 'pon a long worn path, an...
In a spiral of gold, ruby, and copper leaves tumble from the gnarled branches. A magnificent carpet of colours line the woodland paths. Cool winds carry the fiery foliage softly through the icy air.
I like to be on top, that's where I love to be. Not first in competition or sexually. Fell running to the top, of my favourite hill. Its like time surrounding me is standing still.
Deadly paws padded across the pearly snow Collided muscle tense under thick skin Sleek ivory fur splattered with inky black spots flickered between the ice covered trees Steel grey eyes sliced...
#augustwriteaday I went outside just now To where the sun once shone And much to my dismay It seems the treesnail's gone.
As each one falls they take their place amongst this world, with ‘Human Race’ A job to do, best make haste...
#augustwriteaday All week long the sun's been out Tricky, with no shade about And what is this that I can see. The leafsnail.
Flowers are truly my favorite plants. They're so lovely and sweet they put me in a trance. With their sparkling petals and enchanting smell. When I see them I know all is well.
I'm a water horse, I grow and shrink, Watch me froth, I'll rise and sink. I'm a water horse, I occur in the sea, It's a habitat, Yet from it I do flee.
Hear the wind sing through the trees Listen to the creek soft rumbling Hear the flutter of the owls wings See the stars in the sky Feel the grass against your skin See the mirage of nightlife Can...
The sun rises like a golden Phoenix through the ash grey morning. The rain falls in rivulet from thunderous purple clouds. a beautiful arc flowed across the dim heavens.
#youngwritershousehold Gazing at the rose pink sky, Fading into red, It's colours a magical piece of art, Streak of colours as thin as thread.
I want to be like Bambi, And roam free in the woods, I'd one day become the Great Prince, And always do plenty of good.
I wish I was a tree Somewhere near by the sea Where I could just be me A place for few to see I wish I could stand that tall And see it all I'm sure I'd have a ball Even if snow started to fall I...
If I was a Panda Bear. I'd probably live in a zoo. For children to see. especially for you. I'd look like most other bears. except I'm black and white. although I may appear reddish-brown.
The early bird, Catches the worm, He grabs it, As it squiggles and squirms. The early bird, Gets there before the rest, No waiting in queues, No crowded nest.
The mornings crisp air. A soft mist circles around. The dense forest. Different shades of green. Hear the animals calling. See the sunlight through the leaves. Sparkling patches of light.
Here I stand, small and quiet, Just listening to natures own disquiet, A thick and melodic song rings out, A mother blackbird calling home her chicks, I take a moment to ponder her words, unheard In...