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…

Beneath the sun’s forgiving glow, We cast the seeds of what we sow. Through fertile ground or barren p… We plant the roots of joy or pain. A whispered word, a kind embrace,

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,

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,

As zephyr’s weave through leaves,… Carrying fragrant tales across the… Air, the breath of existence, fill… Like a delicate bloom, cherished a… Beneath our feet, the soil cradles…

When life’s storms brew and shadow… And bitter lemons fill your room, Take heart, for struggles shape th… Each trial leads to making you who… Trust in the whispers deep inside,

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…

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 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 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

Behind the mask, a secret lies, A world unseen by prying eyes. A smile painted, a laugh well feig… And beneath it all, true feelings… A mask of joy, a mask of peace,

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,

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 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,