This Poem

This is a poem;
It may seem as I write;
That the words,
The phrases,
Are only growing.

This poem.
It may just be a poem;
But this poem brings warmth.
Warmth to the soul.
Warmth to the mind.
Warmth to the heart.

This poem.
It may just be a poem;
But as I write;
As the poem grows;
The poem just seems to flow.

Penguin

A penguin;

When you look at their faces,

You don't have to mention;

How beautiful a penguin can be.

These penguins;

You see them.

And the heart is instantly strengthened.

A penguin;

Take it into your arms.

Cuddle it,

And show it affection.