Forgot your password?

We just sent you an email, containing instructions for how to reset your password.

Sign in

  • Atop the mountains, below the seas
    she calls her name to me
    Through the reason and the rhyme
    her heart sings a song called time
    By the flowers rocks and weeds
    symbiotic little seeds
    yield their melodies to the breeze
    and their song they sing to me

    Now I’m singing this to you
    cause our song has color too

    Wind and rain
    flower and pain
    hope and yield
    to fields and fields
    rock in time
    the hours so fine
    • Share

    Connected stories:


Collections let you gather your favorite stories into shareable groups.

To collect stories, please become a Citizen.

    Copy and paste this embed code into your web page:

    px wide
    px tall
    Send this story to a friend:
    Would you like to send another?

      To retell stories, please .

        Sprouting stories lets you respond with a story of your own — like telling stories ’round a campfire.

        To sprout stories, please .

            Better browser, please.

            To view Cowbird, please use the latest version of Chrome, Safari, Firefox, Opera, or Internet Explorer.