Willow trees, draping
with trailing branches.
Will of the Wisp
running alone.
"Where do you go?"
said Willow the tree.
"Can you please spend
the evening with me?"
Dark is the Moss,
in the trees shade.
A cool retreat,
all Nature made.

Photo shared by Heather Cox Richardson from Letters from an American

Red rode the wind.
Blue held the stage.
Another old story,
please turn the page.

Red grew much older.
Blue's actions weren't good.
Red won the races,
blue was misunderstood.

Red, the hard worker.
Blue wouldn't engage.
Red was more sincere
Blue was angry, in rage.

I'll see you tomorrow,
no matter what I've said,
unless a strange message
explains I may be dead.

Black is the night,
moonless the sky,
I search for you
and time goes by,
where are you now?
When did you go?
Will you return
to where you belong?
A mind is beautiful,
sad to lose memories,
when you cannot choose.

Burn the air brightly,
Let the bells ring,
for no one knows,
what tomorrow will bring.
Look for the music,
which will make
the World sing.

Beneath the Sea
of Burning Glass,
lived a man
with checkered past.
What say you,
old, troubled man?
You'll never be
this way again.
Bring your prayers
and high resolve,
to find those
who give a trust,
since they are,
'tis no doubt
for you know not,
what Life's about.

Cat lovers do all sorts of crazy things for their cats. They talk to them, dress them up in costumes, install 7-foot-tall cat towers in the living room, even put them in a backpack and take them for a hike. Can you believe the things people will do for their furry companions.
I would never do anything so ridiculous as these with our three cats. No, instead, I do something much more mature. I make up silly songs and serenade them, like any normal adult. They must enjoy my songs because they never seem to complain. Read more

The Sun came out,
there was no rain.
At last some warmth,
to mar the pain,
of dragging the hose
and watering again.
.

The Devil has trodden on my soul.
Imparting thoughts, unworthy
of a place in God's world.
Why does this happen
when my intentions are to be
the best person, I possibly can,
while spending time with thee.
Thought are not immoral
only selfish desires by me
to be alone and unencombered
by my duty, caring for thee.

Tomorrow will come,
becoming Today
and soon it will be
a new yesterday.
How many days,
must pass us by,
before another
tomorrow is today?

I rode a small horse
to Banberry Cross.
I rode the horse gently,
I didn't need to rush.
Arriving at Olde Banberry Cross,
I began walking, to push
away all the people who
travelled to Banberry Cross.