THE STARS

The stars that were over my head this morning
Were there from the First Day,
Those stars I hid crook-necked from in cities,
While traveling my wayward way.

They live on crispy pancakes
Of yellow tide-foam;
Some in the reeds
Of the black mountain-lake,
With frogs for their watch-dogs,
All night awake.

There is a flower that bees prefer,

And butterflies desire;

To gain the purple democrat

The humming-birds aspire.

Pandas
Pandas are precious and nice
They eat no meat
Except for some mice

They do not sleep
They only snooze
They mostly eat different types of bamboos – the tallest grass in the world.

Gardens and flowers have a way of bringing people together, drawing them from their homes.