Ice-Cream

Sweet and cold,
This wonderful taste never gets old,
Whip-cream or sprinkles,
Carmel or fudge,
Just be careful, you don’t want pudge!

Fate

It stood there alone and abandoned. Dark bare trees surrounded it at every side, the branches stuck out looking like claws ready to grab you at any awaiting moment. You wanted to run, but couldn’t. Your body wasn’t functioning the way you wanted it to. Then you realized the trees were slowly creeping in on you. Surrounding you. There was no place and no one to turn to. You were alone, abandoned. Ready to accept fate on your own.