Roses

A rose, by any other name,

Would smell as sweet: Shakespeare did say.

Right now as bright as a star,

But will fade away the next day.

Petals twirling in a spiral,

Blossoming beautiful until May.

The meaning of roses is love,

Which will never ever fade.

Penguins in the Snow

Penguins dancing in the snow,

In a hidden cove where nobody knows.

Their graceful bodies turn around,

And the snow falls without a sound.

A once in a lifetime sight to see,

Full of beauty and majesty.