Little flowers aren’t enough for Mom to get back to the way we were before. She needs a whole garden. A magical garden, to bring the light back.
It can be the silence that settles
After someone says something insensitive
And no one speaks up,
Or the tears that trickle down your cheeks
When you feel left out
On his own, the oak tree rarely looked across the stretch of hills, let alone found pleasure in it. This little pea plant was doing something to him, changing him
Some say he knows every scaly fish / Although it sounds insane / He flies among the stars at night / And calls each shark by name
From the jungle of sleep, I blink into day. / I stretch my foal legs in my paddock of hay.
The day Kate got her superpowers, it came as quite a shock.
I love the way you gobble. / Like a bass giggle / in my stomach.
The mighty Kraken tears at life—
All in its vicinity shall flee
I am no match with spear or knife—
Not even Poseidon can save me
"Behind your eyes is a magic box joined to your brain by one million wires. It’s like the world’s smallest camera, and it takes beautiful pictures, whenever you want them, of all the things you love."
I'm an unsplit lark singing
with diamond-bright shimmer,
with joy in the crests and troughs.
Hear my song — I'm flying.