Day 15. Dinosaur

They stalked this earth before our time,

Their strength and powers were sublime,

Those powerhouses in their prime.

 

The largest ones who stalked the land,

Across the dirt and grass and sand,

Attacks from others they would withstand.

 

Some herbivores did walk with grace,

While carnivores they would give chase,

To eat those of another race.

 

To us they seem to be so surreal,

With bones and teeth as tough as steel,

But to them we’d be a tasty meal.

 

When their time on Earth was through,

Under pressure they did stew,

And up as oil they did spew.

 

Many of them have now been found,

Dug up from underneath the ground,

And in museums will hang around.

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Day 14. Plants

All around us plants do grow,

Led by the light above.

They serve as a beacon,

A symbol of life,

Of things to come and go.

 

Plants will overcome all odds,

Sprouting through the earth.

They push past stones,

Rocks filth and dirt,

Their shoots emerging like rods.

 

Plants are the bearers of fruit and life,

The things we eat and breathe.

These gifts that they give,

Allow us to live,

With barely a worry or strife.

 

Plants can live just anywhere,

the great adaptors they are.

Snowpeaks to deserts,

Under water and ground,

They’ll survive and life they will share.

 

Plants will outlast us all,

Of this I have no doubt.

When our time is up,

And we’ve all turned to muck,

Out of the darkness they will crawl.

Day 13. The Dark

What is in The Dark we fear?

Is it sights or sounds?

Is it what we cannot see,

Lurking there behind us,

When we hear the breathing,

Not knowing it’s our own.

 

What is in The Dark we fear?

Is it really there?

A little light makes shadows pop,

A faceless figure on the wall,

Yet why do we forget,

That’s where we left our coat.

 

What is in The Dark we fear?

Movement in the night?

Moving though our house at night,

That moving person that we see,

Whose movements mock your own,

That mirror on the wall.

 

What is in The Dark we fear?

Shadows from the light?

The branches swayed by blowing wind,

The streetlights eerie glow,

In the daylight nature is our friend,

In The Dark it is our foe.

 

What is in The Dark we fear?

Does our mind run wild?

Without our sight we do invent,

Things that make us tense and sweat,

Yet when the light shines on again we see,

There’s nothing in The Dark to fear.

 

I am unfortunately really far behind for a few reasons, so until I’m caught up I will be writing and posting two a day.

Day 12. Books

Books are a source of many things,

For within their pages we will find,

Joy,

Excitement,

Knowledge and thrills,

Suspense and Guidance.

For if it can be written,

If it can be passed on,

There is a book for that.

 

Books take us to other words,

Filled with what we seek,

Heroes,

Villains,

Adventure and Fantasy,

Action and Romance.

If an author can create it,

Tell the story you wish for,

There is a book for that.

 

Books give us knowledge,

Information we wish for,

Law,

History,

Philosophy and Cultures,

Geography and Music.

If someone wants to teach it,

to pass their wisdom on,

There is a book for that.

 

Books teach us how to do things,

Skills we want or need,

Taxes,

Cooking,

Gardening and Photography,

Pet Care and Drawing.

Skills that can be useful to us,

Provided we have the time,

There is a book for that.

Day 11. Cats

In their movement there is grace,

As they leap from place to place,

With the noises that they make to us,

We just want to embrace.

 

Like you and I they are unique,

In their movements they are sleek,

They do make great companions,

And to them we will speak.

 

In the outside they will roam,

Near the neighbours garden gnome,

but they are just as happy,

Curled up inside the home.

 

Independence is their game,

Yet some people think this is a shame,

Used to the pack instincts of Dogs,

They wish Cats to be the same.

 

They are hard to keep in line,

Except when making them chase twine,

But we wouldn’t change them ever,

Our friendly four legged feline.

Day 10. Dust

Dust along the winding road,

Shows what has been and gone,

If settled or if airborne,

The past can still be told.

It is a natural burier,

Covering every object and surface,

left undisturbed too long.

Dust can be a nuisance,

For those who like things clean,

And can also be a hazard,

For those with allergies.

 

Dust is a signifier,

of things of the past,

like the cobwebs of corners,

It shows that things don’t last.

Dust floats all about us,

Constantly disturbed,

Constantly unseen.

It signifies that time is up,

For upon their demise,

All things will break and crumble,

And revert to Dust in the end.

Day 9. Cultures

The world has many cultures,

Each with their own quirk,

The amazing thing about them all,

Is the way this makes them work.

 

The world has many cultures,

and it would be a shame,

If all the different people,

All acted all the same.

 

The world has many cultures.

On the east and on the west,

But no culture is better,

Than any of the rest.

 

The world has many cultures,

From one place they have split,

But this has brought division,

A sad thing I’ll admit.

 

The world has many cultures,

And sadly some do thing,

That their one is superior,

Of this they should rethink.

 

The world has many cultures,

And all of them belong,

Things would be much simpler,

If they all got along.