They lie, cheat and **** even deceive their world with a pretty smile and false hope.

They show no mercy and Only the Strong Will Survive the winter that has yet to come it truly is a Game of Thrones. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

First comes the howling wind then the soothing rain along with the lightning that crackles in the sky and the Thunder that Echoes all around us.

This is music that we Call a storm and When you listen closely you realize it is a lullaby slowly drifting you off to sleep. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

They are wild and free they live in the woods and hunt on their lands.

Their freedom knows no bounds.

They are loyal to each other they will fight and die together because they are a pack and that is the way of the Wolf. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

The colors and beauty of life blooms all around us through spring.

It's like we are walking into a fairy Garden where the colors were once drab are now beautiful, bright and bold.

They enchant our very souls with their colorful magic and lift our hearts after a Long Winter.

The blooming of the first spring flower is like a sign telling us to come out and play to enjoy ourselves in the sun once more. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Stress and pressure can turn a person mad and made you question their insanity.

A lot of times we are put in a situation that we cannot get out of because so it's like running in quicksand and when the last shred of Hope vanishes before your eyes you snap.

And turns you into a tornado of pressure crushing everyone in your way.

And when the storm dies down you realize what you went mad over wasn't worth it in the first place. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

The fields filled with sunflowers and the trees filled with olives.

The streets in the city are filled with so many unique people going about their day.

Some buying grapes from a street vendor and some eating ice cream on a hot day.

There are so many sights, sounds and colors all around us that makes this such a wonderful world Under the Tuscan Sun. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale

Cancer's are like the Moon always changing never the same two nights in a row they are ruled by their emotions.

they can be sweet as pie one moment and a ball of Fury the next.

They love to help people and they're easily hurt they wear their emotions on their sleeves they are ******* the outside and soft on the inside. Poem by Shelby Kathleen Nightingale