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miss_merry_chanTitle: Dreams...
Genre: Musings
Rating: G
Summary: Dreams are like raindrops...
Dreams are like raindrops. They melt away into the earth and back again to be used for someone's happiness or sorrow. But daydreams stay forever. You can see them and use them for your enjoyment any time and any where.
My daydreams are about mythical creatures, tea parties, Victorian clothing, and picture and story books that make you smile.
My daydreams are of handwritten journals, flying high in the air, music notes, and candy wrappers in the trash bin.
And my daydreams are usually about imagining a world living on a happier note and that all my dreams would become true.
Genre: Musings
Rating: G
Summary: Dreams are like raindrops...
Dreams are like raindrops. They melt away into the earth and back again to be used for someone's happiness or sorrow. But daydreams stay forever. You can see them and use them for your enjoyment any time and any where.
My daydreams are about mythical creatures, tea parties, Victorian clothing, and picture and story books that make you smile.
My daydreams are of handwritten journals, flying high in the air, music notes, and candy wrappers in the trash bin.
And my daydreams are usually about imagining a world living on a happier note and that all my dreams would become true.
Title: Trees...
Genre: Musings
Rating: G
Summary: Beautiful summer leaves fall to the ground, only to turn brown and stepped on as people walk past. Does no one remember the beautiful summer leaves as they see the bare trees?
Beautiful summer leaves fall to the ground, only to turn brown and stepped on as people walk past. Does no one remember the beautiful summer leaves as they see the bare trees? No, they only think of the grey skies and snow falling from them.
The trees shiver in the wind, and their branches creak and moan a sad tune of winter-time. A squirrel sometimes runs up and down the branches, or a cardinal will sing a song of it own from the top.
The evergreens have the worst time in winter. They are chopped down, carried on sleighs, and decorated in silly ribbons and candles. There are then boxes and bags put under their might limbs, and as soon as the fun is all over, then are discarded behind the house and left to rot.
So, the young trees grow each year, and each year old ones are left bare to freeze and others to die.
It is an endless cycle of life.
Genre: Musings
Rating: G
Summary: Beautiful summer leaves fall to the ground, only to turn brown and stepped on as people walk past. Does no one remember the beautiful summer leaves as they see the bare trees?
Beautiful summer leaves fall to the ground, only to turn brown and stepped on as people walk past. Does no one remember the beautiful summer leaves as they see the bare trees? No, they only think of the grey skies and snow falling from them.
The trees shiver in the wind, and their branches creak and moan a sad tune of winter-time. A squirrel sometimes runs up and down the branches, or a cardinal will sing a song of it own from the top.
The evergreens have the worst time in winter. They are chopped down, carried on sleighs, and decorated in silly ribbons and candles. There are then boxes and bags put under their might limbs, and as soon as the fun is all over, then are discarded behind the house and left to rot.
So, the young trees grow each year, and each year old ones are left bare to freeze and others to die.
It is an endless cycle of life.
