In a world where serendipity meets… Life unfolds with a palpable sensi… We navigate through moments of dis… Finding strength in clear visibili… With hearts full of unwavering pos…

Mindy the Moose Way up north, where the winds blow… Lives Mindy the moose, big, brave… In the shimmering snow, her story’… Of adventures and tales, both new…

In the forest’s gentle hush, Underneath the twilight’s blush, Lived a porcupine so brash, With a heart turned to ash. Prickly spines of solitude,

Bluesy the Blue Whale, so grand a… Gliding through the ocean with gra… With a heart as vast as the deep b… He sings a song, of pure harmony. He sings the loudest song, it echo…

As I stand before you today, I’m reminded of the countless sunrises and sunsets that have marked my journey through life. At 68, I’ve seen the world change in ways I could never have im...

In the hushed embrace of dawn, whe… KenRay Lake rests, nestled among… For sixty years, you’ve cast your… A dance of hope upon its mirrored… The sun, a flat rock, skips across…

In the quiet corner of a weathered… An old man sits, his spirit a sile… His bones, like ancient oak, bear… A lifetime etched in wrinkles, a t… I. Independence

In the heart of the home, she stan… A daughter, a mother, she juggles… With hands that work and a heart t… She lifts her family with unyieldi… In her mid-forties, yet timeless s…

In the cold embrace of winter’s gr… When mornings arrive with an icy t… I find it hard to leave my bed, With dreams of warmth still in my… The world outside is gray and stil…

In a quaint suburban yard, so neat… Resides a troop of chihuahuas, pet… Yet chaos lurks in this tranquil s… Brought on by feral cats, both sly… The neighbor’s cats form a motley…

In the quiet of twilight, a young… Fourteen years old, courage trembl… He whispered truth to shadows, unv… “I am gay,” he said, tearing world… His home, once warm, now echoes wi…

In the depths of the ocean, where… Lives Crusty the crab, a rather q… With claws like castanets, he clic… Strutting across the seabed, on hi… He’s a maestro of the sands, a con…

Quail whistles Bob White, As crickets strum their leggy tune… A moth flits, drawn to the porch l… Its delicate wings brushing agains… Above the moonless sky,

In the quiet of my aging bones, I can sense the rain’s impending a… A symphony of ache and anticipatio… As if the clouds have confided in… My joints, weathered and wise,

In a weathered cottage by the sea, Where waves whisper its secrets to… Lived an old man named Elias Gray… His bones creaking with the weight… Arthritic fingers, gnarled like an…