Skyisbright

Red sun on the mountain

Whale in the field

Koala and Monkey in the Woods

Sunset Over Forest Swamp

Forest fest music

Flower and leaves

Dog on dock

Flower and leaves

Girl on beach sunset

Flower and leaves

Flower and leaves

Astronauts and crashed spacecraft

Flower and leaves

Happy dance of crocodile and frog

Flower and leaves

Butterflies and flowers

Colorful clouds

Blooming blue roses

Cats look at each other

We belong to the sea. To the waves you and me Living in the ocean so colorful.

"And they all lived happily ever after (barring death, divorce, arrest for tax fraud...)."

You are one in a melon.

Listen cat How about If I use it When you're out? "Squatter's Rights" - Richard Shaw

"If we had only learned to speak The tongue of dogs instead of Greek," Oracle of the Dog, VINCENT STARRETT

"If we had only learned to speak The tongue of dogs instead of Greek," Oracle of the Dog, VINCENT STARRETT

“Smell the roses. Smell the coffee. Whatever it is that makes you happy.”—Rita Moreno

Dabbing ghosts

Cat and crow

Every year you make a resolution to change yourself. This year, make a resolution to be yourself.

Giraffe in 4 colors

Sailing off into the sunset heading off for the new world, Wondering if I will ever see these shores again, Following the sun as it dips below the horizon, Heading off to places unknown in this old galleon. Sailing Off Into The Sunset - Christopher Tye

“Smell the sea and feel the sky. Let your soul and spirit fly.” – Van Morrison

She queries the stars from her throne in the sky, And bequeath stories on distant moon rays. So placid to the grasp, yet sparkling in Gestalt, And limns on the moon's sketch to impart art." Moonlit Reverie - Sotto Poet

We are and will be dust. Not air, not fire, nor water but earth, only earth we will be and maybe also some yellow flowers Ode to Some Yellow Flowers - Pablo Neruda

“Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay, it’s not the end.” – John Lennon

Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you hence? I frightened a bulldog over the fence. And to tell the truth, I think I'll go To Paris to dine on some escargot. Then to Rome I'll take a trip To eat some fresh Italian cat nip. Maybe to Russia to slurp some borsch Made from beets and the hooves of a Cossack horse Traveling Cat Poem by George Hunter