Uzikyo

It starts as a sprout, That grows with time And blooms with care. Its flower is bright, The leaves stretch toward the sun The roots hold it steady. Others may benefit From the beauty of a flower That you cultivate carefully. But it can be crushed by careless hands, Plucked, and taken away If you neglect it. This I know well, For when my love bloomed I lacked a green thumb And it wilted.

Pedro the Forgetful Snowflake         There was once a simple drop of water named Pedro that lived in a cloud high in the sky. He lived peacefully with the particle of dust he latched onto, looking down at the foreign world below. The drop knew nothing of the world because he suffered from severe long term memory loss. He could remember nothing before the point at which he had attached to his dust particle. So, Pedro often spent his days gazing at the ground below and thinking about what must be moving around down there. One day, Pedro's cloud was not in a good mood. He reached this conclusion becaus

The Fantastic Journey of Charlie the Rock There was once a simple stone that was perched in the very center of the very top of a mountain. This mountain was prolific, sporting its own healthy colonies of flora and fauna. From its towering peak, one could look out over the surrounding lush green hills, which gave way only to the winding of a long and fairly clean river. The rock in question was surrounded by many of its own kind. And, yet, the rock was not satisfied. For millions of years, the rock, who had acquired the name Charlie from who knows where, had never, ever moved. Not even once. With his incredible memory (one that only an objec