A Riddle (?): The Desert and the Cricket are Friends of Mine

Sugar in my veins;
I can freeze before the thaw.

When it’s dry… oh so very dry,
my body sheds it’s skin,
into a waterproof house,

And when the river flows,
you will hear my soft echoes
into the night.

In land or water or both;
what am I, when i’m proof
of the living dead?


A Simple Tree Simply Us

Roots are deep
bark cracked with age
soft inside
hot or cold
rain or drought
you still

We too can adapt to our surroundings as we age and time goes by. We all have a soft place inside through the weather of emotions and what comes our way, we can still produce good.