The Dandelion’s Lament
~ by Caitey Gehan A dandelion felt sadas she watched the other flowers grow.They grew tall in shrines of dirtthe people made long ago.Admired for their beautywhile the dandy was just a weed!The flowers seemed…
~ by Caitey Gehan A dandelion felt sadas she watched the other flowers grow.They grew tall in shrines of dirtthe people made long ago.Admired for their beautywhile the dandy was just a weed!The flowers seemed…
~ by Donna L. Ferguson Dudley She's stomping through the puddles; how she loves to make them splash!She loves the Spring rains very well, but not the lightning flash!So, only during gentle rains, she takes…
This morning I shared my shower with a small white spider. For many people, this would be a cause for considerable panic, for many more an inconvenience which needs to be removed – an extra…
Do you think the trees can hear usas we walk beneath their boughs?Softly treading all around them;morning mist touching their brows. Do you think that they can feel ustreading the earth over their roots?Do they…
~ by Nick O’Connor Long ago, at the dawn of time itself, when everything was new, all of the animals were trying out different types of food – the deer found that they liked tree…
I lie as a pebble on the bed of a lake, watching the sky as morning breaks before my eyes, bringing swooping swallows in its wake. The small, perfectly round ripples from their acrobatic, on-the-wing…
When night falls soft upon the seas When Moon in all her gleaming shines; Among the stars, above the trees – T’is then I look out upon the brine. A song within its roaring keeps …
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