Vira
By Songful

In faded years the fields she graced
And danced in days gone by;
She whirled and whisked, and basked in glee
Beneath a sun-drenched sky.

And in the days of frolic passed
She built her love for one;
For she alone in grasslands fair
Could never be outdone.

Her eyes were spangled glossily
Her hair about her swirled;
Her dress atremble with the wind,
And skirts in waltz unfurled.

As blissful was she in those times --
A flare of youth and charm;
Among the flowers dubbed she spun
And yielded yet to harm.

The long grass quivered with the air
The hazy blossoms throve;
Her whisper on the cool of dawn
Twirled freely through the grove.

And with the murmur others heard
And learned the maiden's want;
For splendid did she hope to be
With beauty vast to flaunt.

But vicious fate deplored her dream
And shunned the damsel vain;
For ears of evil snared her hope
And cursed her with disdain.

From that hour on she spurned all else
And loathed the meadows free;
For flowers meant to feel the sun
Stole back her majesty.

The Island Calls Me Home
By The_stronge_one

The rain is falling gently,
On the island I call home.
And when the sun does shine again,
There'll be beauty wherever you roam.

From the volcano, to the beaches,
To the coral down below;
You'll find a curious wonder,
Wherever you dare go.

So build a castle in the sand,
As you watch the Kougras play.
Go on a Tikki Tour,
And have your fortune told each day.

The beach is alive with games each morn,
And it is again by night.
You can boil codestones in Mount Techo,
Or see the arena for a fight.

But if you choose to stay away,
Let yourself be told:
That you're missing such a glorious thing,
You may never again behold.

I've seen lots of things and places,
And I find most all divine.
But only the rain on my island
Can steal this heart of mine.

So the rain just keeps on falling,
Like my heart weeping when I roam.
And the island will always call to me,
Until I come back home.

Nature Walk
By Dreagoddess

If you've a head for adventure,
Seeking more dangers to face,
I don't think I'm the one for you.
My life is much more sedate!

Then there's those looking for magic,
Faeries and potions and spells.
But I'm not suited for all that.
It all scares me, truth to tell!

But please sir, don't you mistake me,
Or think I just sit at home.
I'm the best guide you could hope for
If you desire to roam!

For Ogrins know all the places
Neopia's at her best.
For finding natural wonders,
Ogrins are up to the test!

We'll dive down to deep Maraqua
With grottos of sparkling stone
And corals and seaweed so grand
You'll never want to go home!

Or we could explore the islands
Of Krawk or of Mystery.
I'll show you the parts of nature
That flourish best by the sea.

The forests have their own beauty
When sunlight glints through the trees.
I'll point out each plant and creature
That makes the forest unique.

Yes, all these wonders I'll show you,
And at the end you'll attest--
When you go on a nature walk
An Ogrin guide is the best!

Mountain of Majesty
By Faeriestarr13

From the sweet little valley
All covered in snow,
To the threatening peak
Where biting winds blow,
Holiday cheer
Rings loud and clear
Each day and each way
All through the year.

The people are merry,
There's nary a tear;
It's Christmas time always,
It would seem to appear.

From the fun-loving Bruces
To the Negg-selling faerie,
To the curious young Bori
And friendly old Donny,
They all keep a smile
And never dismay;
They cheer when the snow falls;
That's simply their way.

And above all the people,
The pets full of mirth,
A silent guardian watches,
And cares for all she's worth.
She guides the abandoned
And saves the forlorn;
Through blizzard and gale
She'll never be worn.

Her raven black hair
Is seldom seen,
But when danger arises
She's first to the scene.
Her blessed dear mountain
She has vowed to protect,
And no soul from her doorway
Will she ever deject.

The pets of the mountain,
The spreaders of cheer,
Each day and each way,
All through the year,
Never lose hope
And keep a bright face,
For their mountain is safe
And is guarded by grace.

Amira And Her Desert Realm
By Anjie

Where molten sun alights the sky,
Where Coltzan's Shrine does stand,
A realm once lost does thrive again,
Upon the desert sand.

The stunning heir of usurped king,
A female of such grace.
Sharp of mind and strong of heart,
Exquisite is her face.

Amira is a desert Queen,
Such regal soul, she's shown.
Stood so strong in times of war,
Stayed worthy of the throne.

Sought by those of dark intent,
Jazan did seek her hand.
Amira would give all she had,
To save her arid land.

Sakhmet keeps a monarch fine,
In gold and silk is she.
A life of obligation, though,
Means one is never free.

A soul that longs for such a life,
Excitement is her dream.
Sakhmet's peaceful world a bore,
Or so it once did seem.

Turmoil did the Desert see,
With Jazan at the helm.
But darkness would not linger here,
Within Amira's realm.