Showing posts with label branch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label branch. Show all posts

Friday, May 18, 2018

GOODNIGHT MOON


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All is pitch black
Until the moon finds us,
Hidden on this branch.
It hits us with its spotlight,
Blind us with its glow,
Reveals us to the night.
All we want is darkness,
Respite from the sun,
Sleep for the weary.
Goodnight moon.

Thursday, August 17, 2017

MOON SHADOW


My favorite poem. I had to share it again.

 
 
MOON SHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

Wednesday, April 5, 2017

MOON SHADOW




MOON SHADOW
I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.
I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.
I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

MOONSHADOW



MOONSHADOW

I live in the shadow of the moon.
I have grown and sprouted much too soon.
I will try with all my might
To live in the bright sunlight.

I close my eyes but yet I’m still here.
Sitting on a branch next to a pear.
My petals are white as snow
Because of this fact I know.

I will never be awake at day
No matter how hard I wish and pray.
For I live in the shadow of the moon 
And I’m slated to sing the nightly tune.

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

BIRDS OF A FEATHER


BIRDS OF A FEATHER


Everyone needs a friend.
Someone who will always be there for us.
Sometimes it’s hard to find one.

Everyone needs a friend.
Someone who will always be there for us.
Sometimes it’s hard to find one.


  • Life can be hard.
It can be cold.
And lonely.
Even for a pretty owl.

Life can be hard.
It can be cold.
And lonely.
Even for a pretty owl.

Thursday, December 26, 2013

WHAT'S UP?


red-lipstick:

Marco Mazzoni (b. 1982, Tortona, Italy) - The Chemical Squirrel, 2013       Drawings: Colored Pencils, Pen on Moleskine

INTERESTING PICTURE.
IS THERE A FISH IN THE SQUIRREL’S TAIL?
I CAN’T FIGURE IT OUT.
red-lipstick:
Marco Mazzoni (b. 1982, Tortona, Italy) - The Chemical Squirrel, 2013       Drawings: Colored Pencils, Pen on Moleskine
INTERESTING PICTURE.
IS THERE A FISH IN THE SQUIRREL’S TAIL?
I CAN’T FIGURE IT OUT.