The dawn of new, fresh as the breeze. Cast bubbles to blue, they burst on new leaves. Pogo WAS a no go, now it pops like a seed. The year’s flowers are powered, from the showers received.

I am not snow, but I am frozen. I am not glass, but I can be clear. I melt into water. What am I?

Invest your time, effort, and money into one of these in the hopes that some tomatoes will grow in a few months time instead of buying them from the store.

have no feet, no hands, no wings, But I climb to the sky with twisty things. I wrap around poles and cling to the wall, Without any legs, I rarely fall.

From open doors I step outside, with nothing there but air to ride. The ground below comes rushing near, a daring dance with thrill and fear.