But a dream

In my dream

all is well

So real it seemed

In my dream I like to dwell

I run on water

I dance with the trees

Oh to be the dream maker's daughter

If only this time would freeze

Twirling and whirling in the wind

Sleeping on a star

So wonderful, it's almost a sin

I never want to be from here afar

With the birds, I soar

With the horses, I run

I stand on a seashore

I never have had so much fun

To run and to Play

Looking through a window
Watching you play
Watching you run
And enjoy your day
I wish I were like you
I wish I could play outside and run
Much as I please
But that's not the way it is
For me, i'll never run
I'll never even walk
I watch you run
I watch you play
and I pray
That there might be a day
Where I will be able
To run and to play
Someday

Frost (Prose)

The cold from the sky, bites into the grass and turns the grass from green to a
beautiful shimmery white-silver. It looks delicate as a spider web, woven
through the land, spanning out before our eyes. The white trembles and dissolves
if you touch, but you always dare to touch it, leaving only the plain green
grass that was there before.Why does the cold turn the grass white? And it why
is it so delicate? It melts into nothingness when the sunshine touches its
silvery stems. And by the time, I go to see it, the phenomena is gone.

Food Haiku

I stare at my plate

My food lies there in a lump

once hot now it's cold

Sports Haiku

There is nothing like

When I spike the ball down hard

I love that feeling

Haiku about a Haiku

I can't stand these
Death to the person who made haikus
I really don't like haikus

((Haiku)) Summer and Spring

The sun shines quite brightly

And I take your words quite lightly

Then winter comes

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the small flowers bloom

all around there is beauty

I love spring flowers

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I CAN'T THINK OF ANYMORE!!!!!

My Place on the Tree

The winds howls at me

Shrieking for me to give up

But I hold my place on the tree

It twists and pulls me

Trying to drag me

From my place on the tree

But I stand firm firm

I do not let it win

It screams in rage

For it wants to win

But it's not yet time for me

To be pulled from my place on the tree

I start to become brittle

Brittle and brown

Weathered and worn out from my fight

It's finally time

So I allow the wind to take me

From my place on the tree

The Footsteps he Left Behind

He was invisible
Nobody ever saw him
He went where ever he wanted
Whenever he wanted
He didn’t have a care in the world
Except for to not be seen
By this cruel place we call earth

People have heard about this phenomenon
But they have never seen him
Only his footsteps he left behind
They don’t know how he came to be
Or who he was before
For he is never visible
He will never reveal himself to anyone

He walks around the world
Watching people go about their lives
With all their problems
He watches
Almost wishing he could help
But he doesn’t
They chose their lives
And he chose his
He chose to be invisible
With nothing to be traced to him
But the footsteps he left behind

Sometimes he wishes he were like them
Visible with friends and family
He must be isolated from everybody
His voice isn’t heard
Even if he yells at the top of his lungs
Should he have thought about his decision
Before he made it
But he can’t dwell on that now
So he starts to walk
Leaving nothing but footprints behind

Smudges

My fingers smudge the glass
Looking out, I can’t help it
The rain is so pretty
I want to go out
Mother, let me go out
No, she said
Sadly I return to my window
And I run my fingers ‘cross the glass

I wish I could go out
It’s so beautiful out there
All wet and shimmering
Please mother let me go out
If you must, she said
I didn’t bother to put on my shoes
I left my window
With my fingerprints
Smudged on the glass