There was a little snail
Who had a big dream
To cross the algae pond
The little snail thought
It would find a leaf of sort
To glide to the lilly and beyond
The little snail gathered
A few different leaves
It wanted to test them on water
But out of the blue
Another snail rushed through
Now two snails stood at the port
There were two snails
Who had big dreams
To cross the algae pond
The little snails thought
They’d find leaves of sort
To glide to the lilly and beyond
The little snails looked
At their collection of leaves
And started to test them at port
One jumped on a leaf
It bounced with glee
And they sailed across the water
Category: Nature
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I feel a little torn
It’s making me forlorn
Keeping my words away from you
In fear I’ve overdrawn
We need our balance and space
That’s something I can’t deny
But I’m struggling with the ratio
When I want you by my side
Maybe I need to spread my wings
Sit in someone’s nest
Give each other the distance we crave
Rest my beak on another chest
But I don’t want to nest hop right now
I am finding it hard to force it
My heart longs for the swallow at sea
And I refuse to cage his movement
50 days is killing me
The countdown even worse
I’m not sure how sustainable
Love is on an empty purse
We have huge priorities
Big dreams to fly the world
Yet here I am pining
Wishing in his wings I was curled
There needs to be a solution
Or this bird will simply perish
Or maybe I’m just too impatient
And this need I must nourish
Maybe I’m just impatient
Bored of counting days
It’s not enough to imagine you
In want you in my face
Bleugh! Distraction! Focus!
Focus feathers focus!
Keep my eyes on my own ball
Remember my own path
Don’t let love throw me off
Else I’ll feel heavens wrath -
I’m sick
The pan is on fire
Can someone turn off the heat?
I’m sick
The pan is on fire
How many times do I have to repeat?!
I’m sick
My house is on fire
Time for me to retreat
I’m sick
Back to my bed
Let the flames engulf my feet
Come soothe my soul while I take time to heal
Come dampen the fire around me
I’ve not the energy to be your muse
While my body cries sick so gently
It just wants holding while it weeps
Not the heat of the flames
It’s heavy with water leaked out from sky
Perhaps one pop will do wonders
Like a water balloon on a summers day
I can save my house by exploding
And off down the drain my water can run
Back to the river I was born in -
The inhale like the ocean waves gliding like satin across the shore
Her exhale a reminder of the rhythm
The earth, the moon and the mighty sun
The joys found within this prison
The plants that cool her blistering skin
The water that quenches her thirst
The tears that run down her happy face
When she’s reminded of what she loves most
The thoughts she has as she watches the world
Her cognitive intelligent brain
Far superior than her neighbours cat
Or the man sleeping on the train
The precious sleep she enjoys 7 hours a night
The woman that lies beside her
Watching the rise and fall of her chest
The doctors say it’s terminal inside her
How quickly everything fades away
The children, the family what-have-you.
Faced with a tumbling cliff
To the ocean where we found you. -
“Rabbit! Rabbit! Goose! Goose!”
Wailed the man from his hoose
Gone hopped the rabbit
Off waddled the goose
Into the forest
They got loose
Cried! He cried!
For his goose!
The man exclaimed
“I’ve got no juice”
The rabbit returned
Red faced and sweaty
Chased by a zebra
From the Serengeti
The zebra stopped
Saw the man
Returned to the forest to make a plan
To steal his house
And live their himself
Put all his trophies on a shelf
All the rabbits, all the geese
He stuffed himself
Full of peace
At the thought of his new future as a man
The zebra thought it was a cunning plan. -
Forced are the angels into submission
The distant cries still heard today
The melancholy teardrops filling the raveens
Created the rivers in which our children play
Soaking in the water, drinking it up
Forgotten tales of what once was
Feeding fake history, dark and full of fear
The children breathe in the mist
Coating their lungs so they cannot breathe
But soon comes a twist….
The children one day will see a star
A bright shining light above
Curiosity will ignite that flame within
The one that had long been extinguished
The fire will melt their brittle hearts
Molten will mend the cracks
So with their reinforced love they take on an adventure
To find the source and strengthen their backs
So they can overthrow the darkness that made the angels fall
And become angels in their own right
Shine bright, sturdy and strong
Guide others with their light. -
What a gift you are
The crumbs you leave along the way
Allowing me to find myself
I see more each day
Holding a pace
For further exploration
Allowing me the space
For my own instigation
How joyous I am
To be awake enough to see this
Appreciating the stillness
The gratitude, the willingness
What a journey to be on
When the passage is wide open
Like dogs having fun
Or hearts on an ocean -
Looking into each other’s eyes they arrive
At the station where most journeys begin
Little does he know this is her final stop
Her wings crisp as she sheds her skin
A big breath and out stretch her wings
Magnificently filling the sky
Eclipsing the moon as she howls into the night
She curls back in his arms and closes her eyes
Slowly her heart beats, fingertips caressing his face
Capturing this moment as she breathes in their last embrace -
Gazing at the ripples their minds start to ponder
Tracing the current their fingers begin to wander
Towards each other from a few centimetres away
The first touch electric for a moment they stay
Feeling the wave flow up their arms
Roll up their neck and back down to their palms
Fingertips interlocking bringing it in
Breathing getting deeper the tides coming in
Knuckles side by side they look to the sky
Not dare to turn look the other in the eye
Clasping getting closer hands off the floor
Palms now touching fingers wrapped even more
Somehow a tightness has begun to be formed
These hands are solid they can withstand a storm
They sit for a while quiet and still
Emotion overflowing the silence at will
The bellowing hurricane feelings invoke
Soothed by the water medicated by the folk
At last a head turns to see
But the hand is swiftly retrieved
Both turn back to the water
In their own space, no further
As they watch the ripples glide the surface
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