Sometimes I’m just sitting

Then plucked from the ground

The blow starts begining

And they float all around

Swirling

Twirling

All the time curling

But then I’m forgotten

dropped all the way back down

back next to my old spot

I’m losing my life

Is that the light now?!

But my seeds will carry me, like a king through time

But I’m just sitting here, losing my rhyme

All around, across an area

But now I’m here, on the ground lying, dying

Living my life cycle, being myself

I have many, many ancestors, a hundred and one

But that’s just me, a dandelion

I look at the ice,

it looks back,

it smiles at me,

it invites me to come skate on it,

I walk up to it,

I step on it’s smooth surface,

I take a stride and the ice reels me in,

It will never let me go,

It’s not just me though,

It manipulates many millions in to stepping on it’s smoothness,

Just one step and you will never want to leave,

One stride and you fall in love,

It calls to you to come and skate,

It is as smart as the smartest man to ever walk the earth,

It wants you to come and skate,

And you want to come,

And once you do you will never leave.

I am your toy . Your toy left behind.
I am like your happiness from your past left .
Like an  old rag . Sitting in a dark room  left behind .
Waiting for the day that you open those doors and grab  me and cry on my shoulders.

As it was ounce .I am your toy left behind.
Still waiting and always will because I am your toy left behind.
Who helped you threw your ups and downs .


I know one day those doors will open .  And you will see your toy left behind 
You will grab me and see all of your happy memories in my eyes.
Yes I am a toy left behind.With high hope for the day that well come were I  will.
Not be a toy left behind.
 

I stamp hard on the cold ground
Flying faster than a bird 
Excited and happy, I glide with no fear
I live to move
Whether it's to the quiet park
To the blaring movies
Or the slick basketball court
No matter if it's fast or slow
To the moon and back I will go

But soon
I become exhausted
Like a dog in the hot summer's heat
I burn, bust, and break
Then I sleep, and dream of tomorrow

When a day comes that I do not wake up
I know my job is done
And that I have satisfied everyone

When I'm opened
When I'm read,
I am like a teacher
I teach with my text.
Teachers teaches with thought-provoking text
Having question related to me.
I am there, waiting
Till my next reader come
And spend time with me,
Until next time
I'll be waiting.

No worries,

No stress

Just waves running by my feet,

Wandering waves

My skin as hot as the sun,

with a coconut in my hand

The soothing sounds of the water,

put my mind in a trance

The time there is never wasted,

I can sit there for days

My rider tugs at the reins and I tiptoe forward,

my nerves bouncing off the arena gates.

We walk to the center of the ring

and she whispers something in my ear

“We can do this. I believe in you.”

She mounts and gently rests on my back,

patting my neck

I hear an obscure sound along with a buzzer

and my rider nudges her heels into my sides

I trot around half of the ring and then pick up the canter.

We move towards a series of fences

and my anxiety begins to rise

but my rider coaxes me on

and before I know it,

I am flying over the jumps like an airplane,

one by one

But then I hear a loud crack

The sound of my hoof knocking down a rail

I feel discouraged, but my rider pushes me on

and we finish the course with one fault

I hear a comforting cheer coming from the crowd

I slow down to a walk and my rider dismounts

She gives me a peck on the cheek

and whispers “You did amazing.”

A judge carrying a blue ribbon approaches us

and reaches towards me,

placing the ribbon on my bridle

Almost suddenly, I hear a few blurred sentences over a loud speaker,

I see the crowd applauding

and my rider’s smiling face

Hikers and the Forest

When people come to visit

    I fell  joyful like a kid getting an A on a hard exam

Happy when a person comes to me and explores around this area.

Ready to share my thoughts to other trees, creeks and animals moaning this area.

Hikers come, in and out, ready to share their thoughts to me.

Forest Friends Fly and Hikers Fly with their thoughts to the Forest.

Thinking what to tell the hikers next.

Flowing the story to visitors.

That is a forest.