Cloverfield Ranch

April fools day

In snow's embrace, the season's prime,
No breeze disturbs this sacred time.
Not a whisper of cold, nor harshness in air,
Just nature's grace, beyond compare.

Green tendrils peek 'neath blankets cast,
God's gentle touch, unsurpassed.
In this moment divine, a kiss we share,
For nature's beauty, beyond compare.

Ballad of Molly the mule
Verse 4

Molly, ahead, she's always the lead,
To make her run, match her speed.
Stride by stride, in motion true,
Run alongside, and she'll run for you.