Sounds Of The Sea

Lady Penelope and I went deep into the forest, away from the cave where we lived in. We were heading to the beach to find some food to see us through until the month after. When my legs got tired at one point, Lady Penelope carried me on my shoulders towards our destination: a beautiful hue of golden sand and bright blue water.

Passed down from the generations, Lady Penelope placed her handprint in the soft sand, and I copied her softly and gently. When we went out onto the beach, I saw mummy digging in the sand for clam shells which spit water. I tried to join her too, and she giggled when she saw me trying to dig like her. Later, as I wandered onto the beach, I found something so beautiful it was too unthinkable to put into words: a beautiful pale pink shell. I put my ear to the shell, and so far, I could hear the majestic sounds of the ocean through it. I called, "Mummy! Come and see this!" Penelope came running towards where I was at, and saw the shell. She explained to me, "This is a very special shell. If you listen closely, you can hear the sea. It's always been rumoured to be like this."

We both put our ears to the seashell together and listened carefully. Sure enough, we could hear the waves splashing against the shore, majestic and grand, like an eagle waiting to catch its prey. It was the most wonderful sound I have ever heard, and yet Penelope too had never heard a tranquil sound like this either. It was so beautiful, we could listen to it all day.

Pasture Fog

Honey Pie Pony and Orange Twist

Frolicking in the Autumn mist

Milkshake and Cookie Dough

Watching the peaceful river flow

Minty, Sunny Daze and Pinkie Pie

Lying down and looking up at the sky

Rainbow Dash and Wysteria

Discovering nature's scents, imperial

Toola Roola and Scootaloo

Joining in with playing in the mud too

Kimono and Sparkleworks

Making face paint out of the dirt

Orko, Custard, Pupcake and me

Playing with the horses, wild and free

This foggy valley shrouded in mist

Being sisters and brothers - what bliss

Life's a free will when you're a horse

Nature is where you belong, of course.

Wet Rock

Out of the rain into the cave

In this mountain paradise we play

Penelope and me, no worries and no cares

As the wind blows softly through our hair

The dark, cool cave is a nice retreat

From the sweltering Summer and the boiling heat

From our point of view, it is going to rain

Who knows when we might come out again

For now, Penny and I are happy as can be

Sitting in its cool darkness, her and me

Gazing at cave paintings from a long time ago

Wet with rain from head to toe

The cave is our sanctuary, a cool, comfortable place

Away from the dangers we must face

Painting with ochre and hand painting the walls

We quickly realise Summer's turning to fall

With Autumn around, we stay in our cave

I know someday that I have to be brave...