A Dungeon is a place you’ll find,
You pray you never end up inside.
A Place of ruin,
Damp,
and Torture,
Of body and Mind.
Their Purpose no longer ours,
Their time has come and gone,
Yet in our past,
Royals,
And Criminals,
Left in for many hours.
Wind is a force to be admired,
Unsurprisingly.
Noted as one of the four elements,
Understandably.
It can affect the other three,
Undeniably.
Moves across the earth unseen,
Invisibly.
Outside we will always feel its grasp,
Unavoidably.
We can have no impact on it,
Incorrigibly.
It sometimes reaches speeds so high,
Uncontrollably.
Once at those speeds cannot be halted,
Unstoppably.
Even the ocean bows to its force,
Irresistibly.
The clouds it moves look different each time,
Unrecognisably.
It will never cease to be,
Irreplaceably.
A Rhinoceros moves with poise and grace,
A gentle creature.
Yet it is hunted.
why?
For something that we do not need.
A Rhinoceros has no qualms with you,
It only defends,
Its young from you.
Why?
Because you would do the same.
A Rhinoceros runs at breakneck speed,
But only when,
Pushed to do so.
Why?
It is better to run than fight.
A Rhinoceros cannot see you well,
While it grazes,
You are just a blur
Why?
In the wild it has no predator.
A Rhinoceros is now endangered,
White nearly extinct,
Hunted by us.
Why?
The selfishness of people.
Crikey both of today’s were really hard to do.
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.
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.
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.
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.
