Flower looked upon her friend
Not as weak or old
Her petals fell
But
she could tell
Her faded colors
Were
Kissed by gold
Not as weak or old
Her petals fell
But
she could tell
Her faded colors
Were
Kissed by gold
❤️πͺΆπ¦happy Wednesday π¦πͺΆ❤️
My logic has ran into a
Bit of a bump
Why do humans call this day
The day of da hump
I looks on the calendar
I don’t see a camel
Perhaps I should ask
Dorothy hamill ⛸️π
Yeah I skating on thin ice
No sense makes this poem
Just checking to see who awake
And who nobody π§ home
Magicmikeycuteasaurus wrecks(anything even vaguely available π)π¦ and keeper of two humans ❤️πͺΆπ¦ππ½
I am new here to this feed
Will I be accepted
Or met with greed
I just want to
Make some friends
Perhaps join this flock…
But that depends ❤️π¦
we are challenged.
easy is a not a word
meant to be lived
but uttered in hope,
the challenges we face
are made all the more arduous
by the complexities inherent in
the human landscapes.
do we slither, bellies downward
or do we rise.
and not let complacency dictate our
every inaction,
as the moments we are present
melt into the larder
of a lifetime given to us.
we are of this moment
the morrow a twinkle in the
eye of a grander presence.
KLK