Rainbow flowers float, On a blue pond in sunshine, Embrace life fully.
If the sun could speak, It might say that we must be, Good to each other.
The one-word prompt was “detective.” Who is the killer? Who’s taken the life of one, Before time itself. Into the unknown, Asking questions of those left, To find the killer. The truth is out there, The detective must find it, Before it decays.
Christmas stockings are, Hanging ready by the hearth, Empty and waiting.
We all must have one, Or we would not know ourselves, Nameless forgotten.
Eight billion people, Stand with six feet between them, Each one all alone.
One hundred fifty, Days writing on this website, It never gets old.