In sun-kissed hues, a radiant sight, Tan skin gleams with golden light. Warmth infused in every cell, A symphony of shades that compel. While pale is praised for its ethereal gleam, Tan skin, too, holds a radiant esteem. Its golden hues, a testament to light, A tapestry that dances in daylight. Bronzed canvas, a masterpiece rare, A testament to sun's affair. Like amber kissed by nature's fire, A palette of warmth, a sunlit desire. Where moonlight bathes in silver's pure embrace, The sun's warm touch adorns tan skin's embrace. No less enchanting, with a golden sheen, It paints a portrait, vibrant and serene. In the morning's first light, as dawn's fingers gently trace, Across the horizon, the sun reveals its grace. And so, too, does tan skin, bathed in golden hue, A masterpiece painted in shades of amber and true. Like honeyed caramel, smooth and sweet to taste, Tan skin exudes a richness, a flavor interlaced. A blend of earth and sunshine, a fusion of delight, A testament to the
Springtime. The most beautiful time of year, Especially in the country of Japan. The season is marked By the mass blooming of cherry blossoms, Also known as sakura. They bloom in the first promise of spring And shoot from the trees In a froth of sugar-pink petals. The cherry blossom trees Glow in the morning sun Like the divine Japanese spirits. The spring breeze brings forth These beautiful blossoms, For they cannot be seen on cherry trees Any other time of the year. Even the old, mature trees Put on such a wonderful show When the blossoms carry off in the breeze From their gnarled branches. The world should focus less on finding new wars to fight And focus more on looking for cherry blossoms to watch For elegance conquers violence More than anything else. The sakura blossoms remain beautiful And will stay beautiful for a while Until they fade and die.
Out of all the different Holiday desserts Nothing lifts the spirit More than gingerbread houses They are beautiful And look good enough to eat But making them Is no easy task Taking a trip To the local Candy section Of the grocery store Red hots, Small gumdrops, Candy canes All practical for decorating Chocolate truffles For a stone wall Royal icing Used as the glue To hold all the candy together Assembling the pieces, With careful hands, Creating a sugary masterpiece A symbol of festive flair The aroma of spices Fills the air A symphony of flavors Awakening our appetite Frosting dripping like fresh snow Down the rooftops edge While the sugar glass windows Reveals a miniature world of dreams Upon this finished creation, Children gather 'round Gazing in amazement At this sugary marvel And we all admire The beauty we built A delectable treat Beyond compare And a shared moment of joy In gingerbread houses, We find a sweet taste Of holiday magic A tasty, delightful creation And
Sometimes when I look out my window
And look way up high,
I see something big and pretty.
It's a rainbow in the sky!
Rainbows are made of so many colors
They're quite a sight to see.
The way they stretch across the sky
Really amazes me.
But rainbows don't last very long
Because soon they disappear
It’s disappointing to see them go
But I never shed a tear
Because I know I can still find rainbows
Not just in the sky
Wherever I look, all those colors of the rainbow
Will always be nearby.
For example, the colors of the rainbow can be seen
In crayons, markers, or paint
You can use them to make some colorful art
So original
The Street Artist's Sailboat by RachelandJessica23, literature
Literature
The Street Artist's Sailboat
There once was a well-known street artist Who was as clever as could be. He could make his art very lifelike Which was quite a sight to see. He liked tricking people with his art For it was all too easy. One day, while walking down the street With his art supplies in hand, He couldn't help but notice that The roads just looked too bland. If only it had a bit more pizzazz Wouldn’t that be grand? After staring at the street for a while, An idea came to his head. If there wasn’t anyone who could brighten the road, He would do it himself instead. Looking at his chalks, he thought "Why not?" He might as well go ahead. He stepped right onto the empty road Making sure no cars were coming by, It was time to set his plan into action, He might as well give it a try. He knew this project would be the best, Though he wouldn’t tell others why. With his chalk, he began to draw For an hour, or maybe two He added some black, a bit of white, And just a few touches of blue. How clever he was, for
Have you ever wondered how it feels like
To have an endless amount of creativity?
Creativity comes from your mind
And it takes intelligence and imagination.
It forms something new
And somehow very valuable.
Creativity not only belongs
To artists and scientific visionaries.
Creativity belongs to everyone,
And we use creativity
To come up with new ideas
That nobody else has came up with before.
The more we create,
The more we stay true to ourselves and our visions.
Being creative means having fun
With your intelligence.
It's okay to make mistakes,
Because with creativity,
You can learn from those mistakes
Or choose which ones
Don't Sweat the Small Stuff by RachelandJessica23, literature
Literature
Don't Sweat the Small Stuff
When you feel like even the littlest things
Are taking control over your life,
You must remember not to sweat the small stuff.
You must make peace with your imperfections
Because perfection does not exist.
Even the gentlest, most relaxed people
Can achieve everything,
So you yourself must relax
And let that fact go.
Be aware of what you think
Before you even say anything.
Don't interrupt others when they're talking
Or finish their sentences.
Do something nice for someone else,
But try not to tell anyone else about it.
Life is too short to sweat the small stuff,
And sometimes it's okay to take a step back
And admit you're bein
The genius at work
Has something on his large mind
He must write it down.
Please do not disturb
The genius while he's working
On his computer.
Be very quiet
Because he needs time to think
As he's brainstorming.
He is creative
Can think of any solution
To any problem.
He's dedicated
To his hard work and ideas
Since he's very smart.
He is productive
He works day in and day out
So pardon the dust.
He just never waits
He is quite deliberate
As he goes to work.
Be cautionary
When you're around, please don't disturb
The genius at work.
A nest on the porch Is home to baby robins That have bright red chests. The mother arrives With her beak full of worms for Her babies to eat. Their beaks wide open, They eagerly prepare to Have a nice supper. They chirp happily As the mother drops the worms Right into their beaks. The babies hatched from A strange kind of egg that is A bright shade of blue. Soon the babies grow To fly and sit upon trees And sing each morning. Once they've left the nest, Another bird will arrive To lay some more eggs. Once the eggs are laid, More robins will hatch and start The cycle again.