Turtle

There's nothing quite as curiousAs a turtle trundling through the grass,With neck outstretched and toes extendedHe hopes that his escape's not ended.How cute he is. His home's a shell."Don't go so fast. Please stay a spell.We'd like to be close friends to youAnd live outside all summer too."

Orange Lily

Little things make Me happy: Loaf of breadBright flowersSimple melodiesButterfliesA kind wordBreeze on a hot dayBirdsong Crickets chirpingHarmonySliced tomatoesCorn on the cobFriend returning After a journey.

Railing

Worn and weary,Like me sometimes.Tired, rough? Yes.Used up? No!Still strong underneathPale, scratchedOld handrailProtect, stand guardDon't be weary inYour well-doing.

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