Teak loved the beach. Playing in the sand, getting sunburnt, boogie boarding on the waves, but this came to an end. Unfortunate events made Teak lose his love for the beach, even though he had once grown a deep attachment to it from childhood. Goodbye fond memories. For now all Teak saw was loss. Loss of his home, swept away by ocean waves, which left nothing behind but remnants of the structure. ...

As night approaches and fairy lights twinkle, little foxes, squirrels, bears, and rabbits curl up to get ready for slumber. The animals curl up in a bed of bright flowers wrapping themselves in warmth....

Shedding the old, in with the new.

I let go of old feathers, once holding me back from my fullest potential.

These feathers-once heavy, dark, and low.

Now gone, forever out of sight.

My life feels free without those feathers.

My surroundings feel serene.

No longer distant, but born into the new me.

The real me has emerged and I will never look back. Goodbye old me, I wish you farewell...