Allsorts

In the warm embrace of morning’s light,
The birds fly around, keeping young ones tight.
Through the cool breeze of rainfall pouring,
The happiness is sent to dry areas mourning.
Nature’s beauty, true, lively and long.
For it is simply a melody of joy, where we all belong.
From a flower blooming to a raindrop falling,
These are all signs; nature is calling.
The friendly waves crashing blissfully on a sandy shore,
Such feelings are the ones that make spirits soar.
Embrace the moments, big or small.
For happiness and peace resides within us all.

The flowers bloom
The animals are free
The sun with its gleam
Will shine in the stream
The day has fallen
And we have all gone to sleep

When you take flight
you can ignite the light
and you will fight
for your right
to take back the night
when the snow is white
and you have no fright
I see a cookie and think, “I might”
Suddenly, I take a bite,
The cookie was a delight
now I feel like a knight
I take a sip from my Sprite
I fly my green kite
now I must cite
the YouTuber flamingo and Luis game cool 23

Everyone thinks that liking frogs is gross,
but my opinion is for me,
and frogs are what I love most,
so please let me be.

I love frogs because they are so funny,
and as you can see,
they hop like little bunnies
and that is what makes them special to me

They have little hands,
which is very cute for them,
most of them live on farmlands,
and their eyes shimmer like a little gem

Some species are in danger ,
and it’s really not fair!
They get abandoned by strangers
and some just don’t care.

I awoke in my bed, as tired as can be
went into the washroom. Is this really me?
Staring into the reflective glass
there is nothing inside but dust and ash
some say I must eat more
but when I do, it feels as if I’ll drop to the floor
Being depressed isn’t all that bad
you never feel anything
you never feel happy, and never get mad
Someday I wish I could disappear
somewhere, anywhere
as long as it’s away from here

Time is precious;
Do not let it pass by.
If you waste it
There will be nothing left but to cry.
You get only one chance.
You should not waste it.
Instead, use it.
If you waste it,
There will be no value to it.
Time is like water;
Do not let it dry.
Or there will be no value to it.
Time is life;
Do not let it strain.
For once it’s gone,
It will never come back
and you will become a haste.

The sun is brightly glowing,
It has finally stopped snowing.

A little bird comes out and sings its precious song,
And on the rough brown trees that are very long.

A deer in the distance takes a nap;
A child explores the forest in his jacket and cap.

Its wings spread,
its voice shrieks.
Through pain and loss,
the bird never speaks.

It escapes through the cage,
always thinking it’s free.
But thee bird
shall never see..

The dangers of
the world itself.
The frightful risks,
that may affect thee’s health.

The bird thinks about the cage,
and how others didn’t get set free.
Thee bird always thinks,
“What is that was me?”

So thee bird sings to others
outside of the cage.
But truly inside,
the bird fills with rage.

Rage for the owner,
which traps them behind bars.
They have to look up at the skies,
to look for shooting stars.

And thy shooting stars
is for them to make a wish upon a star.
They always hope and dream
that this wish goes far.

I run in the library’s door,
my face is full of glee.
Where I can let my mind explore
and expand by feeling free.

A place where dragons, fairies, and unicorns exist
and stars and flowers talk.
A place where my heart is not hesitant,
to finally do what I want.

It pulls you into the setting of the book,
like a vortex of water.
Me, intrigued, it took,
bring back days of joy and laughter.

A world that always has positive endings,
to make a smile spread.
All the emotions in the settings,
anger, happiness, and dread.

Oh, the genres are so much fun,
each especially unique.
Mystery, fantasy, even the minor ones,
you’ll know it’s true, you’ll see.

Who is the guy who stole the gold,
see, it always makes you wonder “why?”
All the answers, waiting to behold,
without even having to try.

Chapters, comics, picture books,
for ages small to big.
Any kind of font can be put
or any kind of grid.

But just remember,
they’re all just meant to be read.
In any kind of changing weather,
it’s worth every hour you spend.

Maybe someday you could try,
to figure out what reading really means.
There are infinite ways to describe it,
just remember what it means to read.

A leprechaun found a pot of shimmering gold
He turned it into a pot of freezing cold
And then he turned the pot of freezing cold
Into a pot of freezing cold shimmering gold