New Poems

Tommy sees Sandy, scuttling near, "Hello, my friend!" he calls out clear. On sandy beach with waves so light, Sparkling and blue, a wondrous sight. Tommy the Turtle, shell so green, And Sandy the Crab, a joyful scene. Pincers clicking, ready to play, On this sunny, seaside day. "Let's build a castle, grand and bold!" Sandy declared, a story told. With tiny shovels, and buckets bright, They started working with all their might. Tommy dug deep, a moat so wide, While Sandy patted, side by side. Heaping sand high, a tower so tall, They listened closely for the ocean's call. Waves crashed gently, a foamy kiss, But their castle stood, because of this: They worked together, a perfect team, Living out a friendship dream. Seashells adorned the castle wall, Each one placed, standing strong and tall. Flags of seaweed, fluttering free, A masterpiece for all to see. The sun dipped low, painting the sky, As they admired their castle, reaching high. A symbol of friendship, so true and bright, Standing tall against the fading light. Their sandcastle stands, a testament bold, To a friendship story, forever told. Tommy and Sandy, friends to the end, Their beachy bond will never bend.

Upon a peak of misty grey, Where magic danced and sprites did play, Lived Sparky, dragon, scales of green, The loneliest dragon ever seen. (Sparky felt lonely...) His heart ached with a fiery pang, No friends to sing, no games to clang. He sighed a puff, a smoky plume, That vanished in the mountain gloom. Then, "Achoo!" burst forth with might, A fiery sneeze, a blinding light! The mountain rumbled, trees took flight, Oh dear, what a terrible plight! But from the mist, a flutter bright, Came Lily Fairy, shining light. With wings of gossamer, a gentle hand, She calmed the flames across the land. "Sparky, dear," she softly said, "Your fire's strong, it fills my head! But fear you not, we'll learn to tame, This mighty gift, this fiery game!" They practiced breaths, and gentle puffs, Controlled the fire, enough is enoughs. Lily taught control with laughter sweet, To channel fire, make it neat. At last, the sun dipped low and red, "Let's light the sky!" fair Lily said. Sparky smiled, his heart alight, With Lily Fairy, shining bright. He took a breath, a mighty roar, And painted stars, forevermore! Across the velvet, in fiery streaks, The Dragon's Fire, the mountain speaks! No longer lonely, Sparky flew, With Lily Fairy, kind and true. Their friendship burned, a glorious blaze, Lighting up the misty haze.

A bubbly underwater kelp forest, tall and green, Sunbeams danced, a shimmering scene! Flippy the Fish woke with a wiggly fin, Ready for a day where the fun could begin! Flippy the Fish, with scales so bright, Saw Shelly the Snail, a curious sight. Shelly's shell, so swirly and grand, Gave Flippy an idea, a plan in his hand! "I'll wear it as a hat!" Flippy declared with glee, He zoomed towards Shelly, "Just wait and see!" He bumped and he jiggled, he wiggled and swayed, But Shelly's shell wobbled, it wouldn't be swayed! It tumbled and flipped with a splash and a plop, Landing right back with a comical bop! Flippy was tangled in seaweed so deep, While Shelly the Snail just started to creep. He poked out his head and gave a small grin, At Flippy all flustered, caught in a spin! "That was silly!" Shelly giggled with glee, And Flippy, untangled, agreed wholeheartedly! They both burst with laughter, a bubbly sound, The funniest friendship they'd ever found! Flippy and Shelly, no longer just acquaintances, Became the best friends with kelp-forest romances!

Squeaky finds an acorn, round and bright, A treasure gleaming in the morning light! In a sunny forest clearing, green and wide, Where playful sunbeams danced and gently glide. Squeaky the Squirrel, with a twitch of his nose, Decided this acorn, he truly chose! Oaky the Owl, with eyes so keen, Watched from a branch, a wise, old scene. "I must hide this acorn," Squeaky did squeak, "Before a hungry blue jay starts to peek!" He scampered and dashed, a blur of brown fur, Past prickly bushes with a tiny 'hurr'! A grumpy badger, with a sleepy yawn, Blocked Squeaky's path, right there on the lawn! "Excuse me, friend," Squeaky politely cried, "I need to pass, an acorn to hide!" The badger grumbled, "Just be on your way," Squeaky zoomed past, without delay! He climbed a tall tree, branches so high, But a gust of wind made his acorn fly! Oaky the Owl, with a graceful swoop, Caught the acorn, a daring loop! He landed softly, right by Squeaky's side, "A safer spot, we must now decide!" Together they searched, beneath a big root, A perfect hiding place, a leafy loot! Squeaky tucked his acorn, safe and sound, The best hiding spot, could not be found! He cheered with Oaky, a joyful sound, Their acorn adventure, happiness crowned! With a flick of his tail and a happy leap, Squeaky knew his acorn, he safely would keep!

Lucky is bored, a tiny yawn, Another sunny, backyard dawn. The grass was green, the flowers bright, But Lucky longed for some real delight! A flash of fur, a whiskered face, Cat appeared with stealthy grace. "Hey, Lucky pup," she softly purred, "This backyard's small, haven't you heard? The world beyond, a wondrous place, With smells to sniff and paths to trace!" Lucky's tail began to wag, Ready for adventure in his doggy bag! They squeezed beneath the garden gate, A world of wonders to anticipate! A buzzing bee, a fluttery wing, New sounds the happy breezes sing. They chased a squirrel up a tree, (Cat climbed higher, naturally!) They sniffed at roses, red and bold, A story in each petal told. They crossed a puddle, muddy brown, And met a frog with a ribbiting sound. They barked at butterflies so free, A joyful puppy symphony! But shadows grew, the sun descended, Their energy was nearly expended. Back through the gate, they slowly crept, Their secret, sleepy, safely kept. The backyard now, a welcome sight, Bathed in the moon's soft, gentle light. Curled up together, side-by-side, The puppy slept, with Cat as guide. Tired and happy, paws tucked neat, The greatest adventure, oh so sweet! The backyard world, now rich and deep, While Lucky dreamed a puppy sleep.

In forest hushed, where snowflakes gleam, Winter's blanket, a frozen dream. Snowie the snowman, stood so tall, But felt a sadness, beyond the wall Of icy winds and branches bare, A lonely heart, in winter air. His coal eyes stared at frosted trees, Whispering softly, "If you please, Could someone, anyone, come near? This silent winter, fills me with fear." Then chirping bright, a tiny sound, A feathered friend, upon the ground! Birdie she was, with wings so bold, Defying winter's chilling hold. She hopped and pecked, then looked above, At Snowie's face, filled with no love, Just quiet longing, in the snow, A silent plea, for seeds to sow Of friendship's joy, and laughter's grace, To banish sadness from this place. "Hello!" chirped Birdie, clear and sweet, "Why so glum, with frozen feet? The sun will shine, the snow will melt, But friendship's warmth, is deeply felt!" Snowie, surprised, his coal eyes wide, Had never known a friend to confide. He smiled a smile, so slow and grand, A melting moment, close at hand. Birdie then perched upon his head, A crown of feathers, painted red. They talked of snowflakes, skies so gray, And dreamed of springtime, far away. They sang a song, the wind joining in, A winter chorus, a joyful din. Snowie no longer felt alone, With Birdie near, his heart had grown. The forest echoed with their glee, A snowman, Birdie, wild and free. Winter's chill began to fade, As friendship's warmth, a difference made. And so they stayed, through frost and freeze, Two happy hearts, beneath the trees. Snowie and Birdie, a joyful pair, In winter's forest, beyond compare.

In the deep, where sunlight fears to tread, And coral castles rise from ocean bed, Blu the Whale, with a wiggle of his tail, Felt like exploring, beyond the usual trail. Blu felt the urge, a bubbly, ocean call, "Adventure awaits!" he sang, before he'd fall, Into a current, swift and strong and free, "Off I go!" cried Blu, "to explore the sea!" He swooped past shipwrecks, barnacled and old, Where stories whispered, secrets to be told. He saw a seahorse, tiny, gold, and grand, And waved a flipper, across the sandy land. Then, clinging tightly to a rock of green, A Starfish smiled, the happiest ever seen! "Hello!" called Blu, his voice a rumbling sound, "What are you doing, way down here, profound?" "Just counting bubbles!" Starfish chirped with glee, "They tickle my points, and make me happy, see?" Blu chuckled softly, a wave of ocean bliss, "I'll count them with you, I wouldn't want to miss!" They counted bubbles, big and small and round, Till laughter echoed, a joyful, watery sound. They raced with turtles, slow and steady pace, And saw a mermaid, with sunshine on her face! Blu learned new songs, from anemones so bright, And played hide-and-seek, in kelp forests, dark as night. He found a pearl, so luminous and rare, And shared it with Starfish, a treasure beyond compare. But as the moon began to softly gleam, Blu felt a tug, a familiar, ocean dream. His home was calling, a gentle, watery plea, "It's time to go back," he said quietly. He hugged his friend, Starfish, so bright and bold, "I'll visit again, and more stories will be told!" He turned towards home, a happy, gentle sway, Remembering the wonders he'd seen along the way. Back in his cove, beneath the coral arch, Blu dreamt of bubbles, and Starfish, and their march Through the deep ocean, a place of mystery untold, His heart was full, of adventures, brave and bold.

The Sun's Happy Tale 4

Sunny is sad, a teardrop of dew, Hanging heavy, the morning looked blue. Above a valley, a rainbow of hues, Where flowers were sleeping, kissed by the dews. *The Sun's Happy Tale 4* A valley of flowers, a colorful dream, With petals of velvet, beside a clear stream. Poppies were dancing, a vibrant bright gleam, While bluebells were chiming, a musical theme. Sunny the Sun, a face in the sky, Felt lonely and lost, and didn't know why. He peeked through the clouds with a watery sigh, And watched Rose awaken, reaching up high. Rose was a beauty, a velvety red, Unfurling her petals, right out of her bed. She saw Sunny's sadness, the words left unsaid, And whispered, "Good morning! Don't hang down your head!" "But Rose," sighed the Sun, "I'm so far away, I shine all alone, at the end of the day. No one can touch me, no one can play," He mumbled, "I wish I could brighten your way!" Rose stretched her petals, so graceful and bold, "But Sunny, dear Sunny, your story's untold! Your light gives us life, more precious than gold! You help us to blossom, brave, new, and old!" She called to the daisies, the lilies so white, "Let's show Sunny's sunshine, how lovely and bright, His warmth makes us happy, with all of our might! Let's thank him with colours, all day and all night!" The flowers all fluttered, a joyous display, Reflecting the sunlight in a wonderful way. Sunny felt warmth, chase the sadness away, As friendship's true meaning, lit up the day. The Sun's light grew brighter, a golden embrace, Rose bloomed larger, with radiant grace. No longer was Sunny, a lonely, sad face, He shone with new purpose, filling time and space.

By the beach, where sand is white, And the ocean sparkles, oh so bright! Lives Flipper, a dolphin, sleek and grand, With a playful spirit, close at hand. Flipper met Jimmy, one sunny day, Jimmy was lonely, wanting to play. Flipper the dolphin, with a joyful leap, Rose from the waves, secrets to keep. "Hello!" called Jimmy, with a wave and a grin, Flipper whistled back, "Where do we begin?" They splashed and they laughed, beneath the blue sky, A friendship was blooming, reaching so high! Jimmy threw shells, for Flipper to find, Flipper danced in the waves, one of a kind! They raced through the water, a bubbly spree, The best dolphin friends, as happy as can be! They shared sunny days, and starry nights too, Telling each other, all that they knew. Adventures they found, in the ocean so deep, Secrets they shared, promises to keep. So listen closely, and you will agree, Jimmy and Flipper, wild and so free, Their friendship's a treasure, that will never end, Lifelong best friends, until the very end!

In Rainbow Valley, colors so bright, Where flowers danced in sunshiny light, Lived Rainbo the Dragon, scales shimmering gold, A tale I will tell, brave and bold. He longed to soar, a fantasy flight, But Rainbo the Dragon, he just couldn't take height! His wings were too small, his heart filled with dread, "I'll never fly high," poor Rainbo then said. Then prancing along, with manes of pure white, Came unicorns graceful, a magical sight. With horns that sparkled, like stars in the night, They heard Rainbo's woes and offered their light. "We know a secret," the unicorns cried, "To ride on the rainbows, where dreams coincide! Hold tight to our horns, let magic take hold," And Rainbo believed, a story untold. They leaped on a rainbow, a shimmering arc, And Rainbo felt lifted, leaving his mark! The wind in his face, the ground far below, With unicorn friends, his spirit aglow. He swooped and he soared, a colorful streak, With laughter that echoed, playful and meek. They painted the sky with hues so divine, Rainbow Dragon flying, oh so fine! So now in the valley, whenever you gaze, You might see Rainbo, in a colorful haze. With unicorns prancing, beneath the sun's gleam, Living the magic, a fantastical dream!

In the deep blue ocean, so bubbly and bright, Lived Octavia, an octopus, bored with all her might. Her eight arms were twitching, she needed some fun, "A prank is the answer!" she thought, "for everyone!" Down by a coral reef, all spiky and grand, Lived a grumpy old crab with a shell full of sand. He grumbled and groaned, he snapped with his claws, "Just leave me alone!" was his usual cause. Octavia zoomed down, a mischievous grin, "A little surprise for the crab living within!" She found some seaweed, all twisty and green, And tied up his feet, a prank yet unseen! But oh dear! Oh my! A sticky surprise! The seaweed got tangled, before their very eyes! The crab's grumpy claws and Octavia's soft limb, Were stuck tight together! The ocean went dim! He wiggled and waggled, she pulled with a squeeze, But the seaweed was stubborn, refusing to appease! The crab started sputtering, "This isn't so funny!" But then Octavia giggled, her tummy felt sunny. Her giggle was catching, a bubbly, bright sound, The grumpy crab chuckled, looking all around. He'd never laughed before, not a single "hee hee!" But Octavia's laughter was wild and so free! With a final great tug and a slippery slide, The seaweed unwound, with the turning of tide. Octavia and the crab, no longer so cross, Learned laughter and friendship, a wonderful loss Of grumbling and boredom, in the deep ocean blue, All thanks to a prank, and a sticky seaweed goo!