Heart-of-Moons

Morning glory, How do you still bloom After the first cold night? How do you still find the sun After being covered in frost, And all other colors have vanished? Your brilliant burgundy Opens wide to the world, Embracing each day whole-heartedly. Your end is inevitable, The frigid snow is approaching, And yet you only seek the sun's rays. I thought the icy wind would leave you Withered and colorless, Until three more blooms appeared. Your strength persists, Your beauty brightens each day, And when you are buried in white, I look forward to your return come spring.

Crisp orange leaves are falling all around us, They tell me it is only the coming of fall. I know different. The tree is dying, The carved initials decaying, The burning leaves are falling and falling, It cannot be fixed. This was supposed to last forever, What happened to this beautiful oak? Why can't we rewind time, To a place when it stood so strong and tall? Here I am, Watching the leaves continue to fall, Slowly and painfully, Planning to sow my seeds elsewhere.

Zutara Week Day 1: Happenstance (noun; coincidental/ a coincidence) Music flowed through the ballroom, bouncing off its elaborately decorated walls all the way to the high ceiling.  The royal ball of Earth King Kuei was quite popular among its guests, and the king seemed satisfied with its outcome as he sat with his beloved bear, Bosco.  This party brought important figures of all nations together, as well as the many proclaimed as war heroes who brought peace between the Fire Nation and the other nations.  Even the brave members of the Foggy Swamp Tribe had been invited to this event, and despite their strange mannerisms the other guests d

Elements Basket Chapter 1 The streets were crowded in the market district of the Fire Nation capital. The colors of red, black, and everything in between decorated the many buildings and booths. The sun was high in the sky, watching its people from its far away place, but giving them warmth with its long reach. The townspeople went about their business, as always, but there were two newcomers who wandered aimlessly, each wearing the odd-looking color of blue within this mass. "Sokka, you bought the wrong plane tickets!" Katara exclaimed at her older brother, blue eyes fiercely glaring. "You told me it was plane 32!" Sokka defended himself,

Avatar: Call of the Swamp Chapter 2: Connected "In the swamp, we see visions of people we've lost, people we've loved, folks we think are gone. But the swamp tells us they're not. We're still connected to them. Time is an illusion and so is death." -Huu Aang's Point of View I sat at the base of the banyan-grove tree, watching the darkening roots starting to pull out of the earth. The tree was slowly dying, and the Swamp Tribe couldn't figure out why. They had called for me, the bridge between the real world and the Spirit World. Huu had left me alone to return to his tribe, saying that they had wanted more guidance and reassurance than ever.

Avatar: Call of the Swamp Chapter 1: Return to the Swamp "See, this whole swamp is actually one tree spread out over miles. Branches spread and sink and take root and then spread some more. One big, living organism. Just like the entire world." -Huu "Hey Aang," Katara approached me as I was looking down at the progress of the Southern Air Temple's reconstruction with satisfaction. Thanks to Zuko, we were able to rebuild my home. "Yeah?" I couldn't keep the smile off of my face. I was so excited to see this place look like it used to! "I want to show you something," she said as she took my hand and led me back into the ancient sanctuary. All o