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The ocean is blue, gray, and white during storms,
I really wonder why?
The ocean is mighty;
The ocean is strong.
The ocean sings me a beautiful song.
At times the ocean can be quiet.
With tiny waves gently lapping the shore
Other times it can be violent
With white crests spraying upon cliffs
The ocean can bring people to new lands.
It can also bring long lost friends.
The ocean is home to amazing creatures,
So please save the ocean.
My life begins with a string of unique genetic codes, which keep a little note;
How long I live, I may not know,
But just for me, my life span is set already.
I am nobody but myself.
Being alive is a common road.
Though there are many diverged ways to take,
Everyone has his own path,
And I have mine.
I am nobody but myself.
To well match to my life challenges I face,
I acknowledge the distinguished abilities I have:
My great determination is my basic force,
My temperament is my reliable strategy,
My fear is my meanest enemy,
My mistakes are my outstanding teachers,
My perseverance is my strongest strength,
My honesty is my true friend,
My i
Big Fat Man
There once was a big fat man,
Who loves to play in a band.
One day, when he fell in the mall,
He rolled like a ball,
And he was stuck in the door in the end
Alien
There once was an alien from space,
He was shiny with a blue-green face,
He came from another galaxy
And found earth a fantasy
He never left for another place
The rising sun
Painting the sky with colors
Welcoming new day
Cerulean sky
Turning orange, red, and pink
Beautiful artwork
The Seasons
Buds come to life
Sweet aroma in the air
Birds are chirping
Trees shedding their leaves
Yellow leaves crunch below feet
Changing of seasons
White snowflakes falling
Icicles hanging from roof
Cold winter morning
Nature
Cocoon hangs from branch
Will soon emerge a butterfly
Beginning new life
Light summer showers
Brings out art work in the sky
Ribbons of color
Waterfall
White mists of beauty
Deafening sound of thunder
True force of nature
"First Flight"
Dawn is breaking.
The sun peeks over the horizon.
Covering the entire plain with its pink-orange light,
Warming the young bird's face with its gentle ray.
The day has come.
Testing his strength, he must.
Today, he will fly or fall.
Hopping out from his nest
Grasping the branch with his slender legs
Stretching his wings,
Wriggling his tail,
Preparing for his first flight.
Calculating the wind speed,
Figuring the wind direction.
Making sure that everything is just right.
Glancing back, he could see his mother,
Filling with pride as well as worry.
Standing beside his mother is his father,
As stern as a commander