How do you make a glow worm happy? Cut off its tail it will be. . .

Not a roar, but a whisper is all it takes, and my mane comes loose. No need to shake. Make a wish while you are at it, sabe the eyelashes and candles, help me pollinate instead.

Left behind on sandy shore, Washed away by hungry wave, Sought by hunters far and wide, To track beleaguered prey We all have one of carbon, Though not made of soot, And this particular example, Is not made with a boot

In the garden green, layers of love wrapped so tight and keen. Round as a moon, with a heart so light, a humble delight in every bite.

Horses, sheep, and cattle too, may seek me out when storms blow through. Though I don’t graze and cannot roam, many farm animals call me home.