There’s my friend, the little hopper A frog as black as midnight. She follows me everywhere I go That Moonshadow. I hope she’ll hop the sadness away Or maybe hop some joy She keeps me from feeling lonesome That Moonshadow. But frogs don’t make much…

Tiger, Tiger, Living in the woods, One of the fiercest animals on the land. Swift as an arrow, He kills his prey in just one blow. So mighty, so strong, As he roams, Other animals hide inside their homes. What is that? Lightning struck the…

It’s not unknown, The tale about the four seasons, And the symbolism that each holds. So let’s start with the Queen of the Seasons – Spring, Spring Season symbolizes birth. True to its meaning, Nature blooms during this season. Then comes Summer, Breaking the door…

Look around, Nature is meeting the sky. The birds are flapping their wings, As the leaves rustle along with the wind, While the plants wait patiently to unfurl their flowers. Even the Earth is awakening, To witness this beautiful harmony, Of Nature and Sky together,…

My sister’s first mistake was to buy a house with her ex-husband. Her second was to buy that house, with a pool. We were raised on the coast—fished, swam and surfed. So sand crabs and jellyfish, sea urchins and sharks were just part of our…

Green Grey, brown Competing Colours of life Sprawl across the map in patchwork patterns. Blocks of brick flats stand almost back-to-back But still a patch Of wild ground Is found Here, There, Spaces In between The managed land A sudden spark of wilderness breaks forth….

Skyscrapers emerge like great stalagmites Their tops wreathed in mist Streets cobweb like the veins of a leaf People are talking, laughing, yelling In English, French, Russian Not everyone understands one another But some do We gather at watering holes to feed Go out in…

In the twilight, yellow eyes catch the light Spilling from the kitchen window into the garden. Half in shadow, white-tipped brush stands alert Watching for a hostile human leaving the house. Through the fence posts, russet-gold pours itself Travelling the wastelands on little fox feet….

She created you, birthed you from her own flesh and bone Every atom, every twist of DNA Was all by Her design. You were once the spring leaf Of an old tree long gone. You were the mud on the riverbank. You were the star…

Dripping, verdant land The air is made fresh again Life becomes pleasant.