

Father Oak and the DragonetsThree dragonets sat beside each other, listening to an old oak's wisdom.Father Oak and the Dragonets
"I started as an acorn," the old tree said, looking down at the three dragonets sitting before him. The great green canopy of leaves rustled as the oak positioned himself comfortably. "Now, an acorn is a tiny thing, the size of a man's thumbnail and often smaller." "Surely such an infinitesimal thing could not produce anything worthwhile? You must be mistaken, Father Oak!" exclaimed the oldest dragonet, shaking his blue-on-yellow head. The big, awkward, floppy scarlet ears flapped up and down at the sharp motion, causing the smallest, a pretty lavender-on-go


WhimsyLying on the bluegrass on a lovely summer day, I watch as purple rabbits laugh amongst themselves and play. The polka dotted piglets honk in glorious harmony, And sugar-coats for antelopes glow brightly in a tree.Whimsy
I run behind my legs for miles and wave to wayward seams, And dashing up the sky I swim through limey ember streams. Beside me flies the jackalope with burning emerald racks, With lonely trees that have to sneeze in jelly-coated packs.
The moon beneath the ocean sings a sonnet to the ground, While monks in robe around the globe dance wildly to the sound. The s


Father SunThe sun shineth down on his children below, Benevolent, warming their bodies and heart. Dispelling the nighttime with his golden glow, And keeping the shadows forever apart.Father Sun
His morning awaken brings hope to inspire New courage to those who are lost in the dark. A part of himself did he give to make fire: A gift to his children, a bright amber spark.
And even night dwellers need him to survive: Their food draws their strength from the ball in the sky. With light and with warmth daytime animals thrive- Without the bright sun they would all surely die.


In the wildThe river runs with strength and might, To reach the rapids, swift and white; And down the waterfall it goes, To where the green fern lushly grows.In the wild
And many creatures dwell by there, From tiger trout to grizzly bear,
To wolf that howls in early night To greet the coming of soft moonlight.
In verdant forests, deer make home, And crimson fox does, arrogant, roam. Great owl builds a hidden nest, While tired niurnals catch a bit of rest.
And in the air the eagles fly, To race the stormclouds 'cross the sky. From its shadow a mouse cowers unde
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don't fuck with me now, man.
i am ahab.
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-- The greatest use of life is to spend it on creating what will outlast it--
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