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 high forests where the bamb… Lives a red panda named Rosey, wi… She’s the first panda, a title she… Named long before her giant cousin… Rosey munches bamboo, her favorite…

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 dance of cause and effect, Karma spins a subtle thread, Where actions plant the seeds we s… Bears fruit on the paths we’re led… What you reap is what you plant,

In the realm of screens and endles… Where stories weave and tales unfo… A world of pixels, bright and bold… Yet truth, it seems, is bought and… We trust the posts, the likes, the…

Lori the Loggerhead Lori wears a carapace, ancient and… Etched with tales of shipwrecks an… Her flippers, like oars, propel he… Guided by the moon and stars of th…

In the mirror, see your face, A unique beauty, a special grace. Big or small, dark or light, You are a star, shining bright. Love yourself, for who you are,

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,

Little master mellow, quite a lovely older fellow. Sits in a rocker, on his porch, making music, by a dim lit torch. Pen in hand, paper in his lap,

When shadows fall and whispers sig… A storm of news comes rolling by. The heart stops still, a breath he… Eyes wide open, lost in fright. Words once spoken, now etched in s…

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…

In the quiet hours of twilights em… My heart breaking space. Your once vibrant eyes, dimmed be… Tells stories of struggles; of tri… The weight of your frailty rests o…

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 the symphony of life, friends a… Harmonizing our blues, setting us… Through crescendos of joy and echo… Their presence is a gift we’ll che… Accepting our flaws, even when our…

Above the cerulean canvas, they un… Veils of whispers spun from dreams… The cirrus dancers, ethereal and f… Painting celestial tales for you a… Their feathers brush the azure exp…