“My name is Bob”,
Says he,
Floating up and down,
In the sea.

It’s a pity,
That no one can hear;
For really,
There is no one near!

And yet
Not knowing why,
Under sun
And overcast sky;
He proudly floats,
With modesty
And only this rhyme
For company.

It’s hard to capture,
As you stare at the sun in rapture,
But the cold bites through to your feet,
Only reminding you how far,
and that the sun really is a star.

If a picture is worth a thousand words,
Then why bother.

The snow pelts
The mountain
And the rock laughs
As she melts
And runs down into the stream;

The stream trots a bit
And then runs away
From the mountain and the rock
Never thinking to stay
Lest she should freeze.