NocturnalI tread slowly upon soft damp ground,'Neath twinkling stars and pale gray moonAnd behold the dark sacred nightAmong the forest's brilliant huesThick trees scrape the blue silver sky,Holding their shining leaves among the cloudsDew drenched grass sways in the breeze,Shimmering like the ocean's wavesFar from the gray of routine workAnd vexing hum of daily chores,The downy owl's sweet song resounds,Matched by the black-crowned heron's graceThe moon caught in the river's wavesDances, glistens, and captures the eyeMy mind grows numb as the minutes grow longThe sweet melody of the night saturates the airOh! That grea
Johnny Rockets o3oFlorescent lights bid us a warm welcome, as my sister and I pass through the gargantuan glass door of Johnny Rockets. Its like walking into a photograph of the 1950s. Everything from the old-fashioned menu to the bright red stools seems to belong in the era of I Love Lucy and Leave It to Beaver. The cheerful cream-colored walls contrast the dismal gray weather outside, declaring that within these walls summer has not yet come to an end. Sanctuary. The scent of fresh sizzling hamburgers fills the air, rendering me unable to process even the simplest thought. Perfect golden-brown French fries seemed like divine figures, so won
The Rainforest Quietly, I tread upon the damp ground beneath my feet. The odor of wet leaves and fresh rain saturates the forest air. Littered with leaves and gnarled branches and shaded by the leafy canopy above, the forest floor is as alive as everything else in the rain forest. Battalions of crimson leaf cutter ants march to and fro, while spiders lie in wait for their next victims. Enormous flowers of the most magnificent hues bloom all around, sprinkling the darkness of the forest floor with vermilion, lavender, turquoise. The thick brown trunks of giant forest trees can be seen for miles, eac
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