Deep beneath the foaming billows Something suddenly amiss, As a creature wakes from slumber In the bottomless abyss. And a panic fills the ocean, Every fish and frenzied flea, For the ...... has awakened at the bottom of the seas.

Birds are my vessels, not my source, I travel time but have no course. I’m born, I vanish, leave no scar, A proof of near, not proof of far.

Hello friends, if you’ll indulge, a fun bit of word play. Please don’t hold a grudge. What color is the wind?

i am quick and fast, a blur i make when i dash. like the ocean i am, or maybe the sky if you don't prefer a clam.

Behold, in fields where fairies dwell, dost thou see? A dancer clad in colors, light as the breeze. From flower to flower, on gossamer wings, it flits, A gentle spirit of the morn, in sunlight it sits.