I will fight.
I will fight the hunters.
I will fight to the death.
I will ride proud and free.
Man will not tame me.
I will not be ridden.
I will remain as free as the wind.
I was born free.
I will die free.
nature
FLY
Flap your pretty wings
as the bluebird sings.
Prepare to take flight.
Fly with all your might.
Soar through the turquoise sky.
You can never reach too high.
Fly,
Pretty butterfly.
Fly.
THE PERFECT MELODY
The air feels heavy,
laden with moisture.
Grey clouds hover
in the darkening sky.
The first raindrops arrive,
pounding on the rooftops
in a staccato melody of their own.
Pound, pound, pound.
Tap, tap, tap.
Rain washes our streets
and clears our minds,
preparing us for a new day.
A LIVING SCULPTURE
The beauty of nature.
It is a living and breathing
sculpture.
It entices us.
It bemuses us.
It challenges us.
But most of all,
it inspires us.
ALONE WITH NATURE
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Alone with nature,
a feeling like no other.
A sky filled with birds,
purple with the fading sun.
Sea breezes wrap around me,
cocooning me with their mist.
Life stands still for this picture,
a glimpse of heaven from above.
LAST TREE STANDING
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I face the wind.
Each day I wait.
Time passes.
I wait for the world to change.
People come and go.
I cringe at the sounds of trees falling.
The cries of animals dying.
Monstrous structures replace the rolling hills.
Fewer trees dot the landscape.
Dirty water fills the ocean, rivers, and lakes.
Mankind has marked the world
in irreversible ways.
Stop before it’s too late.
I refuse to be the last tree standing.
TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
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TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
Palm trees wave in the sea breeze.
A taste of salt water teases the air.
Shallow waves in blues and greens fan the shore.
Lush greenery as far as the eye can see.
Too good to be true?
Does a place like this exist?
It does exist in Oasis, Florida.
A small community nestled on the beach.
Brilliant white sand sparkles in the afternoon sun.
Tourists sunbathe beside the hotel’s pool.
But at night the climate changes.
Gone is the feeling of peace and serenity.
Gone are the warm trade winds.
Instead, the cold winds bring dark shadows.
The Dead have come to Oasis.
THE DEAD GAME
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