When the Winter Wanders

I will be ready

When the last of the leaves fall

And the migrating birds call.

I will know

As life turns a white sheen

And there be not much green.

I will wander

Like the first snow

Oh, how the wise owl knows.

I learn

And see

And observe the grey skies.

My life is white

For now

Until next time.

Smackroll

My little smackroll tastes divine
But I must eat it quickly
For it grows a hand and slaps you in the face when you try to eat it.
I have at least a million hand marks upon my face
But fortunately, for me
the smackroll heals me after I get slapped.
CURSE THAT SMACKROLL!

The Cloud

A fluff of white,
I see in the sky.
I van mend you to different shapes,
Inside my head that is.

People see the cloud as a bringer of rain,
But I see you as a comfort for shade.
They see you as a way of making the sky grey,
But you are good to me.

So thinking clouds are boring is not right,
But they were here for a reason.
Why do you think they were here?

The Cousins

The cousins were from different places
And came to together.
One was from Fernrock
One was was living with the homeless jays
While the other was from Aerastar in a faraway galaxy.
They came together to find that they were cousins
And discovered things about each other.
They had different minds
And different perspectives on the world.
But nothing could stop them from coming together.
They may have had different perspectives
But they thought in the same ways, too.
And that's what held them together.

The 'Right' Path

Be wary of the paths diverged

At an interesting

Time

When you will be

Told things

You would prefer

To hear them not

Though later on

In this complicated period

That you are upon such a world as this

Then you shall require such

Words that are said

Now

Decide the

Way to take

In this life

Be sure that

You shan't regret

These decisions made

Here

Now.

The Cycle of the Sun and Moon

In the evening,
Before night takes over the sky,
The sun grabs hold of it.
Since this pains the light,
Making it sofficate to an orange.

It then gets even darker,
And the moon starts to get bright.
It sees the sun start to gasp,
Making the sky turn gaping red.

Then,
As the sun gulps the last breath,
It hits the horizon and flashes green,
And the moon waves good-bye.

The stars shine for the sad moon,
Who then shines and fades around the clouds,
Waiting for it's turn on death.

However,
they both are part of the cycle.
The cycle of coming and going.
So in away,
Don't feel bad,
Cuz it willl always come around.

Song of Sorrow

Smell the trees in the morn

As i sing a song of calamity

Back when each hated one hated another

And one thousand fifty-three souls were freed.