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 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…

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 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…

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…

Out of bed, feet hit the floor, Shorts and flip-flops on once more… Surfboard under arm I stride, No news to read, just waves to rid… The dawn breaks, the seagulls cry,

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,

In Australia, where rivers ebb an… Lives a curious creature, by the n… With a bill like a duck, and a tai… He’d swim through the water, a tru… Plato the Platypus, wise and prof…

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 heart of the city’s unendin… Lived an old soul, where wisdom co… His eyes, a library of ancient tal… His spirit, a ship with timeless s… He spoke in whispers of the wind’s…

A century’s bloom, a life well-spe… A mother’s love, heaven-sent. One hundred and two years of grace… A journey through time, a cherishe… Her steps may falter, but not her…

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…

In the quiet hours of twilight, When shadows lengthen and memories… I find solace in the lines etched… Each wrinkle a testament to a life… The laughter lines around my eyes,

Working on my attitude, Need to express my gratitude, To the Prophet whose, Wisdom guides me through the night… Illuminates my path with iridescen…

In the twilight of tides, where th… Lives an old man, weathered and wi… His hands, etched by years of haul… Tell tales of tempests faced, of s… He’s the captain of a 55-foot vess…