Nature, the great canvas,
Painted with hues so bright,
A symphony of colors,
That dance in the morning light.
The mountains rise up,
Tall and majestic in their might,
A testament to the power,
Of the earth's natural height.
The oceans stretch out,
Endless and deep and wide,
A mirror to the sky,
With its own ebb and tide.
The trees sway in the breeze,
A green tapestry of life,
Giving shelter and nourishment,
To all forms free from strife.
Nature, a treasure trove,
Of beauty and wonder untold,
A reminder of the world's magic,
That forever will behold.
So let us take a moment,
To marvel at nature's art,
And find peace in the knowledge,
That it will forever be a part.
Dog Number 13
May 15, 2023 Strange things are happening. Good-strange, bad-strange, and strange-strange. For starters, me and all my litter mates are able to stand. Some of us can even wiggle around in a clumsy manner. I say wiggle because it isn’t quite walking but it isn’t quite crawling. We just sort of stand and wiggle and fall and take a few steps and then crawl and then get up again. It is in this manner we are able to move around to some degree and explore our surroundings. Naturally we cannot go far. Which is ok, I suppose, because I am very small and I need my mother for food and my siblings to keep me warm and I feel very loved and comforted by them in some way, so I don’t know why I would need to go very far. Having four legs, I must admit, is very strange. It is not a surprise to me that it is challenging to coordinate them to move in the order they need to move. But I can get around a little bit, my eyes can stay open for much longer periods of time now, and it is easier to understand what is happening. So this is new.
By Morgan Longfordabout 20 hours ago in Chapters
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Great job