Tag: Art

The wind hums secrets through the trees,
A song of time, a fleeting breeze.
It whispers tales of love and woe,
Of rivers high and valleys low.

It sweeps the dust from roads once known,
A sigh of places overgrown.
And in its breath, a promise stays—
That change will come in many ways…

The sun is rising.

It’s almost morning.

The sky is orange.

It is dawn.

Wind gets windy.

It blows things around.

Things move all around.

If it’s strong, it scatters everything all over the place.

If it is very strong, it can even cause damage.

But wind can also help us.

It can power things and be converted to electricity…

It is April now.

As they say, April showers bring May flowers.

How many showers will there be in April, who knows?

But it will definitely get warmer since it is closer to the season of spring.

We drive cars.

They get us around everywhere.

They allow us to go far distances.

We can get there fast.

Maybe not as fast as a train or a plane.

But they are certainly faster than walking or biking or scootering.

Numbers are used in a lot of things.

They are important.

A lot of aspects of society are based around numbers.

We need them.

They help society function.

Words and letters are everywhere.

They are in everything.

Everything is based on words and letters.

Everything uses words and letters.

Most things do, anyways.

Language revolves around words and letters.

Biking is great.

It feels amazing.

It feels freeing.

Feeling the wind and the breeze,

Traveling fast,

All of it is awesome.

Being outdoors, it makes you feel like you are on top of the world.

It is my birthday.

I am now another year older.

Hard to believe.

Though it does not feel like I have aged too much.

But of course, I have.

I am a year older than I was before.

I am a year closer to retirement.

I am a year closer to becoming a senior citizen.

I am a year further away from the year I was born.