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Oh look, there's the treesnail Sitting on a leaf Too hot upon the tree trunk So he's crawled off underneath It must be really awful To roast inside your shell L'escargot en flambé Must be a living...
Stars shining bright. Such a beautiful sight. Twinkling away. As the Earth sways. A night crystal clear. Not a sound to hear. The trees still. Fighting the breeze with great will. The midnight sky.
. Is it a little naive to grieve something that will soon be lost, or some line soon to be crossed.
As the early morning fog rolls in. Covering the mountains. Blanketing their sin. The cold mountain air. Takes your breath without a care. As you stand, stop and stare. Wrapped up warm.
There's nothing like, A real good storm. Don't know where it's going, Don't know where it's from. The calm before the hit, The eerie silence after it.
Pattering on the window pane. Drumming fingers of the night. Rhythmic noise rains down. Tiny droplets play with light. Shimmering like tiny stars. Falling from the above sky.
The red of tulips, standing tall beyond the grass, The orange of sunset, the way it glows and fills the sky. The yellow of buttercups, lining the soft grass beneath me.
Soft grass silenced my footfall as I ran dancing through the trees. Jade green leaves caressed my face and hair as I delightedly twirled by.
Frantic in its flutter, White on its wings. Clinging to the clover, Thistles and other things. Smelling sweet shrubs, Loving it's little larva. Ringing the red roses.
#youngwritershousehold I watched the beautiful sunset, It's colours bold and bright, It meant daytime would fade away, And turn into the night.
As the crisp clear waves,. Wash up onto the sandy shore,. A picturesque view point. Was what I saw. The colours were deep shades of crimson,. And light pinks too,. And even poking out elegantly,.
I'm as happy as a bumble bee, even on my tot For bumble bees, you see my dear, a quite a jolly lot, They buzzle and they bumble, and they bizzle buzz away, Even when some pesky man, try's swat at...
#augustwriteaday In country gardens The people take it slow, They tend their lonely acres And don't put on a show.
Here comes the rain, Dripping through the trees, Here comes the rain, Soaking you and me.
Between the dark and the soft grey light of the slowly waking day I dream of life among the trees in tall forests, far away.
In honor of our challenge today <3. I open my eyes. To breezy day. In the grass. Is where I lay. The sun comes down. Upon my face. Not blinding at all. Filled with grace. The tree's whisper.
Cloudy day, Big blue sky. Above my head A blackbird flies. Skin on grass, Hand in hand. This day is wonderful, This day is grand. No need for money, No need for things.
As I look out from my window, I see sliding down the pane, Little moisture beads of water, From a morning rain.
The sun trod a path through the woods, As the wind whistled in the trees, The clouds floated lazily, And the flowers danced with the bees.
#personification Thunder roars with all it's might Rain shouts landing on your pane. Wind screams blowing things from sight Sun whispers making you feel sane.
The fire is raging, Burning within, The flames are ageing, Elements grin. The waters are strong, Crashing with fury, Noises perform a song, Vision becoming blurry.
#youngwritershousehold Into the tree, The oak, the willow. I go to sleep, rest my head, Lie down on the pillow. The soft marshmallow Of happiness and love.
Trees are very curious things, Its hard to know where trunk ends and branch begins. Trees, trees, all green and brown, Stretching up from the ground.
Many don't like thunder, I really don't know why. I've alway though of it as a protector. Chasing away the stormy skies. He shepherds them through, And chases them away.