cocacola.bsky.social @cocacola.bsky.social · 03/07/2023With wings no longer able to soar, The bluebird's song was heard no more. Yet in memories cherished, their love shall remain, A testament to the joy, despite the pain. 000
cocacola.bsky.social @cocacola.bsky.social · 03/07/2023In the depths of despair, the whale wept, As the bluebird's health slowly crept. Mr. Melon's grip tightened, an unyielding hold, The whale's heart shattered, its spirit, untold. 100
cocacola.bsky.social @cocacola.bsky.social · 03/07/2023In the realm where ocean meets sky, A whale and bluebird's love soared high. But the bluebird fell ill, a sorrowful sign. Mr. Melon, the cause of despair, Inflicted a sickness, unfair and rare. The bluebird weakened, its wings grew frail, The whale's heart ached, lost in a sorrowful veil. 400
cocacola.bsky.social @cocacola.bsky.social · 21/04/2023So if you spy her in the Nile, Don't be fooled by her sweet smile. For though she's pink, she's still a beast, A predator at nature's feast. 020
cocacola.bsky.social @cocacola.bsky.social · 21/04/2023In the river's edge she hides, A crocodile with rosy sides. Her scales a shade of cotton candy, A sight that's truly quite dandy. With jaws that snap like any other, She devours prey like a ravenous lover. Yet her hue softens her fearsome nature, A pink crocodile, quite the creature. 100
cocacola.bsky.social @cocacola.bsky.social · 10/04/2023They spring up after a rainy day, In shades of white, brown, and gray, Their spores released, carried by the breeze, To spread their kingdom with ease. In the woods, a fungal dance, A mycelium web, a secret trance, A world below, unseen by most, Mushrooms, nature's hidden host. 000
cocacola.bsky.social @cocacola.bsky.social · 10/04/2023Amidst the forest, so serene, A world of wonder, yet unseen, Fungi thrive in shades of brown, Sprouting up from the earth's own gown. Mushrooms, with their caps and gills, Unfurling like nature's hidden thrills, Some are small, some are grand, A symphony of shapes, a magical land. 100
cocacola.bsky.social @cocacola.bsky.social · 07/04/2023Under the moon's soft glow, An owl perched on a branch low, With eyes so sharp, feathers so bright, A majestic creature in the night. Its beak sharp, its wings wide, It hunts with grace, soaring high and wide, Silent flight, a predator's might, In darkness, owl rules the night. 000
