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#acorn I've loved you since my seed was planted. Your smell.... so sweet. Like forests and rain. Your eyes....clear, bright. I fell in so long ago. Ancient trees, reaching to the skies.
As the chaos of the day. Is sealed away in its nightly envelope. All my troublesome thoughts. Are replaced by blessed hope. The moon proudly looks down. The hushness of the evening is bliss.
The calm, blue sea washed over the beach, Further and further along it did reach, It beautifully sparkled in the sunlight, It really was a lovely sight. When the sea is calm.
When I'm lost or feeling alone I head down to the sea It's peaceful there, just on my own I'm free to just be me The sea cannot judge you As surely as you can't change the tide It doesn't know what...
Why is everyone so scared of me. They attack with their hands, they needn't be I'm only trying to help, don't you think. Slowly but surely, we're going extinct Can you help us, don't you see.
#nightdwellers Circling in a midnight sky, In arching movements crows do fly, Screeching, soaring: ugly sound, Then plummet, dive towards the ground.
I rest Eyes closed Thoughts adrift Fluttering Floating Flitting In the daze of morning It's warmth lulling.
I am a powerful force, this, no one can deny I can be the difference whether you live or if you die I can be a trickle or a magnificent waterfall I can be an oceans worth, or a puddle so very small I...
The wind is silent. As silent as the birds that are deep in rest Awaiting the golden hue to be cast over the mountain crest.
Oh little snail upon the tree. We've been here before. I've told you time and time again. You're safer on the floor. Oh little snail, you daredevil. What are you doing there.
O A S I S A river, rainbow hues O A S I S Caves of crystals, blue: O A S I S Shores of pure white grains. O A S I S Sheets of clear, cool rain. O A S I S Mountains, mighty, tall.
Butterfly, Butterfly, There you land, Butterfly, Butterfly, On my hand. Butterfly, Butterfly, That's my nose. Butterfly, Butterfly, Off it goes.
"Hush now little bird You're safe now in my hands" It looks at me and instantly I know it understands "I won't ask you to stay much more You've been here long enough You have stopped with me so...
The sun and it's rays. Blurs your gaze. With it's striking heat. It can't be beat. How it darkens you skin. And lightens your hair. But for the people that burn like a tomato. The sun ain't fair.
As you glide past my head, I wonder... What is it like, To be an owl. To have all the world, Under your watchful eye. To glide silently, a ghost.
I love the winter when it's cold and dark. My imagination creates the story spark. The words flow from mind to page. Like the spells that flow from a Mage. I dream of things so cool and great.
The clouds they leaked their tears. The rain they fell to the ground. The earth it sang with lightness. The sun embraced its sound. (match the last work of the sentence with the second of the next...
Cherry blossom fills the air My heart now feels light Watching the bees and ladybirds The birds above in flight I love Daffodils and Tulips A simple stunning flower I love the feel of light rain A...
Pure sand under my feet. I stand and walk away from my seat. I sat under a tree. With the sound of waves and a bee. The blue water sparkles as the sun is going down.
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In amongst the May dew Hiding inside a bud A princess was born Starflowers shaded her beauty From the big wide world For could she understand.
Watched a firefly dance across the midnight sky A little burst of beauty against the night Will you find a lover with your glow I certainly don't know, but I sure hope so For something as lovely as...
The flower said I wish I was a tree The tree said I wish I could be a different kind of tree The cat wished that it was a bee The turtle wished that it could fly Really high into the sky Over...
Perched upon the precipice Between life and the dark abyss A peregrine looks down on crowds In its element, amongst the clouds Like a speck of ink on paper blotted It's silhouetted target...