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I GIVE UP. This counts as revision, right. There once was a little white horse, Snowy and plain white; of course. All night he would play, Chewing bundles of hay, No sign of regret or remorse.
I watched the violent fire caress the tree, Licking its sides, tempting it to be free. The tree, it cracked, and the fire took hold... The bark it peeled, as the tree it did fold.
Weather isn't merely an annoyance, it is a mood swing. The sun can beam down in all it's glory and light up your life with the warmth of its rays.
Shining white teeth, Victims quaking beneath, The time for war has come, Sound out that battle drum, Hackles are raised, No gods are praised, Invaders are on the ranch, Hoots call down the...
Down by the sea You will find me Building us a home To keep you safe and warm. Gathering food For me and for you A hunter not the prey. I'll build all things To keep fresh water in.
A time of celebration. A time of wonder. I sparkle as the sun. In couragous celebration. The flowers are blooming. I see my rose, all in bloom. This beauty. This calm. This is one to be cherished.
Standing in the drizzle, waiting for the dog to go. Time slows down to the speed of the rain. Torrential rain, and everyone rushes around. Drizzle and people drift around.
To be able to fly through the clouds. Soaring high above the ground. Looking down on the magnificent. World beneath your wings. The whistling wind rushes by. Yet only a serene hush can be heard.
On a green hill. Under an Oak tree. A little bluebird. Sang a song for me. It sang of happy days. With food for everyone. And all had time. To play out in the sun. But then the dark days came.
I absolutely love riding my bike. It's the closet to flying I'll ever get. Riding down country roads. Enjoying the sounds of birds and swaying grass. I wouldn't trade it for anything.
There are places where I wander, And they're made only for me. Those beautiful green fields, Those trees as high as can be. Yet something remains just missing. Even as I reach my lake.
In orange and in lemon trees Wind and sun do as they please Butterflies and laundry flutter, My child's hair as blonde as butter Wasps with yellow whiskers wait for food, beside her china plate Ants...
Wind in the trees, A summer breeze, Carries me away, I'm somewhere else today, Running, Leaping,Bounding. Swish, swish goes the grass, As I slash through vines, Running, Leaping, Bounding.
The marigold, golden shining as the sun. Each petal perfectly radiant, spreading joy and happiness with its beauty. Hardy plants, growing in adversity, so strong and reliable and so lovely.
High waves roaming. Like white horses running. Leaving marks in the sand. Water touching me toes. As the waves roam. I am staring at the horizon. Searching out in the distance. Longing for a word.
The little black-capped chickadee perched on the edge of the nest while he fluffed his feathers. Today, he felt that he was ready to finally fly. He relaxed and closed his eyes.
In a little meadow, By a little stream, A little brown mouse, Had a little dream. Of a big meadow, Of a big stream, Practicly a river, Beautifly serene.
I was walking along the bank of a stream when I saw a mother otter with her cubs, a very endearing sight, I'm sure you'll agree.
Your curly whirly tail so ringed with desire, you swim in a pool of pure sapphire. A nose that points where ever you are, knowingly senses so near and so far...
1.An average male spends during his entire life around 3100 hours shaving.
I stare out of my living room window, I sit there pondering the difficulties of life, the rain begins to dance down the glittering glass.
Here is the first part of a story I wrote when I was 11. The other parts will follow soon. Josh turned round frantically. He looked around and with a lump at the back of his throat forced out: “Tim.
There was comfort in the herd, strength in numbers, some would say. We have no need for numbers, for as one we hunt our prey. Across the wide savannah, the herd sweltered in the heat.
I hear the pitter patter of the rain against the sill. Since a child I have been seated here, amongst the drops. The steady soft beat put me in a peaceful state of mind.