The Solar System Dance

She was dancing her colorful dance with the sun,
When she was outdone by the smallest one, little Mercury closest to the sun.
Then she was circled twice by Venus day and night.
She and her moon are number three with the only visible life forms for all to see.
The fourth is the dance of the red one that is the goal for the next exploration.
Then in comes the rocky donut ring of small planets, rocks, dust and things.
Jupiter, the largest, comes spinning in the dance class full of gas.
Along comes Saturn twisting with her colorful rings!
In comes Uranus on its side with a slow roll.
Whirling rapidly like a big blue top, Neptune takes the solar floor on its outer edge like the rim of a bowl.
On the outer edge is a small piece to be barely seen, is Pluto dancing like in a dream.
Dancing together for billions of years in the Milky Way is the solar system we call home today!

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What Do You Hear?

We seem to ignore and take for granted our five senses until we start to lose them.
We seldom give them a second of our time to think about them. One of our most simple
sense that we rely on the most, yet abuse, is hearing.

When do you stop hearing the sounds around you?
When do you stop hearing the sounds of the birds when you wake up in the morning?
When do you stop hearing the bees buzzing as they start their day early taking the nectar from the flowers that have just opened to face the morning sun?
When do you stop hearing the dog barking in the yard next door to greet you good morning as you pass by on your daily trip to the bus stop?

When do you start hearing the voices of other boys and girls?
What do you hear when your mother or father tell you to do your chores for the fifth time today?
Is it the muffled sound of ducks quacking?
Is it total silence?
Or does their request fall on deaf ears?

As you get older you will be forced to play life by ear because you turned a deaf ear to the instructions you received when you were younger.
The walls have ears and if they could talk!
You will stop listening to your friends’ advice because it will sound like they had nothing between their ears and you were hearing things!

You will then become all ears to people who are more seasoned than you and keep one ear to the ground for further directions.
Everything the seniors have been saying all along will become new like you just put on a fresh set of ears!
I heard that!
Did you?

If you’re lucky, you will end up grinning from ear to ear because you think you have figured life out!
This will be music to your ears and you will probably lend an ear to one of your friends who is still playing life by ear.
By this time you will have children of your own who will play their strange music so loud that you can’t hear yourself think!
Silence will be music to your ears!
And you will remember why your grandmother used to yell that children should be seen and not heard!
Don’t throw them out on their ears!
They will still be wet behind their ears.
Maybe by then, you will know when to turn a deaf ear.
You will hear it again for the first time because you ain’t heard nothin’ yet!

Time

Time.

It doesn’t travel in a line.
When we are young, it slowly passes.
The older we get, the faster it flies by!

We can’t see it.
We can’t smell it.
We can’t taste it.
We can’t feel it or hear it, but like the wind, we know it’s there.

It’s round like the face of a clock,
Or a sundial or the sun as it travels across the sky.
Round like a baseball, basketball, soccer ball or the moon.

Time waits for no one.
It passes invisibly, quietly without any sound.
Time sneaks upon us.

We only see the results after it has passed.
We lose time.
We save time, but we can’t show it.
We can’t find time.
We can’t count time.
We try to take time, but we can’t hold it.
We are out of time.
We only see the results of time as it passes us by.
Time’s up!

We can’t wait on time.
Time is a second.
Time is a minute.
Time is an hour.
Time is a day.
Time was yesterday.
Time was last week.
Time was last month.
Time was last year.
Tomorrow comes but is never here.
Time is today.
Time is now!

The Z Story

Zoom, zoom, zoom.

Zachary Zebra is painting zigzags in his room.

Zing, zing, zing.

Zuri Zapatarail was practicing songs to sing.

Zap, zap, zap.

Zander Zebu was writing rap songs.

Zug, zug, zug.

Zoe Zorilla plays her zither.

Zoe Zorilla plays her zither. Zander Zebu was writing rap songs. Zuri Zapatarail was practicing songs to sing. Zachary Zebra was painting zigzags in his room. And the zong goes on and on.The zong goes on and on.

Zoom, zoom, zoom.

Zuberi wears his zoot suit with a zillion zippers.

Zing, zing, zing.

Zula dances the zydeco.

Zap, zap, zap.

Zeno sings zany songs.

Zug, zug, zug.

Zavia sails down the Zambezi River.

Zavia sails down the Zambezi River. Zeno sings zany songs. Zula dances the zydeco. Zuberi wears his zoot suit with a zillion zippers. Zoe Zorilla plays her zither. Zander Zebu was writing rap songs. Zuri Zapatrarail was practicing songs to sing. Zachary Zebra was painting zigzags in his room. And the zong goes on and on. The zong goes on and on.

Zoom, zoom, Zoom.

Zane Zabi brought zesty zhoog zucchini and ziti for a picnic in the zephyrs of the Zaire

River.

Zelena Zigor brought zuppa and zopf for the picnic on the Zaire River.

Zander Ziven brought zimtsterne and zeppoli for the sweet delight for dessert for the

picnic on the Zaire River.

Zany Zev Zelotes left the zoo to bring the zaffer plates for the picnic on the Zaire River.

Zany Zev Zelotes left the zoo to bring the zaffer plates for the picnic on the Zaire River.Zander Ziven brought zimtsterne and zeppoli for the sweet delight for dessert for the picnic on the Zaire River. Zelena Zigor brought zuppa and zopf for the picnic on the Zaire River. Zane Zabi brought zesty zhoog zucchini and ziti for a picnic in the zephyrs of the Zaire River.Zavia sails down the Zambezi River. Zeno sings zany songs. Zula dances the zydeco. Zuberi wears his zoot suit with a zillion zippers. Zoe Zorilla plays her zither. Zander zebu was writing rap songs. Zuri Zapatrarail was practicing songs to sing. Zachary Zebra was painting zigzags in his room. And the zong goes on and on. The zong goes on and on.

A Positive Alteration

 

Out in a field over several spring days,

Flowers started to bloom with sweet smells blowing many ways.

There were roses, lilacs, lavender, so sweet,

gardenias, freesias, peonies and jasmine with perfumes that were neat,

visited by butterflies and bees on gentle breeze spring days.

 

One day a small flower arose from the dirt with a foul smell of a skunk and goat.

It was thin pale green with a bright hard seed coat.

The other flowers wilted and waned when the fragrance from the new flower was carried their way.

“You smell like a skunk and you’re drowning out our scent.” The other flowers would say.

“When will you leave? Your time is spent.”

“We attract butterflies and bees. We are spread across the world.  Your smell is so strong it

makes leaves curl!”

“Who visits you when you’re smelling like a dead rat?”

“No one will visit with a scent as foul as that!”

 

The flowers leaned away every chance they could

to avoid the horrible smell from the little skunk flower that stood.

Only flies came to visit and buzz for a while.

This did not make the skunk flower smile.

One day a bird, sitting on a limb of a tree that hung near stink flower, said, ”Every living

creature has a purpose in life. Stop listening to all that silly strife.”

“Just be strong, be happy, keep growing and your purpose will be clear.”

“It will happen soon. The time is near!”

 

Stink flower kept growing until a small red fruit started to grow from its center.

‘Wow!” said stink flower.”This is a day I will always remember!”

A pretty red fruit so delicious, juicy and sweet.

A small brown rabbit hopped up to the stink flower and asked,”May I eat?”

Soon more small animals came to share and eat the treat!

“My, my!”, said the stink flower to the bird in the tree.”I know the purpose nature has

given me!”

“ I give fruit to feed all my furry friends!”

“Maybe next year, I will get to do it again!”

“See what happens when you take the time to wait and see!” chirped the bird in the tree.

“You don’t need the comments of others to decide what to be!”