Gliding, spinning, falling, repeat
Gliding, spinning, falling, repeat.
I make some friends and they help me get up and try again.
The sky is black, the moon is bright
I will try again with all my might.
Snow starts to fall,
I give it my all.
I'm spinning and twirling,
The world is whriling.
I brace myself for the fall.
It doesn't come, but I'm sure it shall.
I look around, my heart fills with pride,
I'm on my feet, I haven't died.
Monday, December 13, 2010
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
The Life of a Seed
There once was a girl, a plant-loving girl. One morning that girl went out in her garden and found a seed. She took a small pot and placed the seed carefully in it. The seed was happy there. Many Springs passed and the seed grew bigger. For then, it was a plant with a bud on it. As one more Spring passed it bloomed! The girl was happier than happy. One day the girl went out in the garden and said her last words to the plant. "I worked hard on you, I love you, and goodbye".
As the year passed, the house got bought by a new girl, and the girl had a dog. When you are a plant, you know that dogs are bad. One morning the plant was awakened by a waterfall. A yellow waterfall, for it was coming out of the dog. The plant screeched "eeeeew". The dog heard it and ran inside.
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