A visitor

 

Dear Little Prince

Who had tamed the fox?

What have you done?

With the sheep's paper box

And the rose with her vanity

Did she survive?

And you on your asteroid

Do the baobabs still thrive?

I am lost too

In the desert with no well

I've abandoned myself

For I am only a shell

The stars they do own me

I'm written in their books

My rivers and lakes

My admiration and looks

Yet I am not praised

For the lights I have illumed

Or for any of the baobabs

Which the sheep have consumed

I am watched oh so closely

By a snake of the sands 

Who promises to reunite

Me to the lands

And then I am reminded

The heart does see rightly

By the laughter of the stars

As they shine themselves brightly

Remember, we are waterproof.

 

Things I think about before bed

 

So, when I wake up tomorrow is the world still going to be divided? Will his story be more truthful than hers? Will he be right and he over there be wrong? What about my story? The one left untold? I hear adults say, "There are 2 sides to every story." How can this be when there are 7.6 billion stories be written everyday? I don't believe there are sides. There is no being on the same page. It is impossible. Maybe instead of trying to prove our truths, we should stick to just living them while respecting the ones we'll never really understand.

A Bear with a lot of Questions

 

"So, why don't people play when they are old?"

"They get busy with numbers and proving that they are valuable. It is sad. It happens to the medium humans also."

"Why do humans put their wheels on the grass and hurt it?"

"They believe the world is theirs and they believe grass is beneath them."

"Why do humans hide in their homes away from the light?"

"I think they are tired from counting the numbers."

"If the humans are tired, why not rest outside rather than inside?"

"I think they are hiding from something, but I have yet to find out what that is."

Holding hands 2021 style.

 

You choose

 Just around the corner

Up there on the right

Is either something beautiful

Or something of a fright

 

What you expect to see

Is really up to you

Why not choose a rainbow

Rather than something that will make you blue.

I don't waste my time making lemonade out of lemons: I suck the juice out immediately!

 

Some advice from sloth

 

Hang in there. Everything will be OK.

If that doesn't work, get the heck out of there and choose to be OK.

Your message for today!

 

Happy New Year