spungehu

"Does the rain ever get tired of crying? Does the wind ever run out of breath? Do the twigs ever get hurt from their constant snapping? Do the rocks ever think how boring it is to sit all day? Does th..."

"The Thinking Time Instead of falling into sleep, I think about the world. I think of things unknown to me. I think of things I cannot answer. I think of whether this is this, or that is that. I think..."

"The ornaments are red The angels are cream We hope the holidays Pass by like a dream The pine needles are green Some paper bright blue During busy preparations Holiday spirit is true Santa is joll..."

"I sit, suffering at my desk Mind running loose through fields of possibilities Books left forgotten, stretched open, pouring out their knowledge Inky pen dripping permanent bruises on my papers Homewo..."

"Flying high above the world Never pausing for an instant Soaring too high for worries, Too high for troubles Flying on and on Through the buildings, Mountains, clouds, You choose your journey’s nam..."