Mindy the Moose
Mindy the Moose
Way up north, where the winds blow cold,
Lives Mindy the moose, big, brave and bold.
In the shimmering snow, her story’s told,
Of adventures and tales, both new and old.
One night, as Mindy roamed the forest deep,
She saw the sky begin to dance, no longer asleep.
The Northern Lights, in colors so bright,
Lit up the heavens, a breathtaking sight.
Mindy followed the lights to a clearing wide,
Where young moose gathered, eyes open wide.
They had never seen such a wondrous display,
The aurora’s magic turning night into day.
With a gentle voice, Mindy began to share,
Stories of the lights, their beauty so rare.
She spoke of the legends, the tales of old,
Of the sky’s vibrant hues, and the stories they told.
Under the dazzling sky, they sat in awe,
Of nature’s masterpiece, without a flaw.
Mindy taught them to cherish the night,
To see the world in a different light.
They spent the night under the aurora’s glow,
Creating memories that would forever grow.
In the heart of the forest, a bond was made,
Under the Northern Lights, that would never fade.
mark
I was really trying hard to get this in there but just couldn't find a place, so i'll just put it in here... hahaha
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