the beach is littered with empty shells
the friendship has long sailed away
terrified turtles have scattered in fear
the dolphins are awake, but do not want to play

the ocean requiem is covered in sand
the creature it belonged to no longer exists
it swam off a very long time ago
yet still, its memory persists

the animals have to make a choice
should they beach themselves in vain?
or swim onwards and upwards to much better things
and rejoice, now the villain is slain

I walk in
I lie down
Your hands close around my throat
You question me but I daren't make a sound
Small talk does its best to ease my discomfort
As you strangle me I can't help but think
You should've bought me dinner first
...though I'd never say that.

With a smile you bid me farewell
We thank each other sincerely
And confess that we'll see each other next time.

what am I doing here?

the butterfly asked
as she looked around the chrysalis
she thought she’d left behind

how can so little change in so much time?
what am I doing here?

the butterfly questioned
as she struggled to take flight
a flight she’d mastered many times before

how can so much change in so little time?
what am I doing here?

she asked herself
as she felt her form change once again
and found that she was a caterpillar, wondering

am I still able fly?

A young girl leapt out of her warm, cosy bed
She dashed to the window, and happily said
“It’s christmas today” and then ran all the way
Down the stairs to the treasures that waited ahead

“HE’S BEEN” she cried, with her eyes open wide
At the presents and ribbon and wrapping
Then she paused, sat down, and gasped at the sound
Of the logs on the fire that were crackling

Her family beamed as she silently screamed
With glee, as she danced without warning
There were smiles all around, for joy had been found
On that wonderful, cold Christmas morning