[RatFloof]

Username: Floofboi
Lambicorn name: Tangy
Gender: Nonbinary
Poem:

The warmth of the summer sun
A bright blue sky
Fields of colorful flowers
Water, cool to the touch
The smell of chlorine from a pool
A lawnmower running in the distance
Icy, cold popsicles
Small, black seeds from a watermelon
The sweet taste of strawberry lemonade in my mouth

[rem sleep]

Username: rem sleep
Lambicorn name: melody
Gender: female
Poem:

lilting leaves in gardens green, this is where I'm often seen,
tending fruits and blooms alike, in the rain and in the shine.
I find my solace in the green amongst the plants and the trees,
there insects and flowers are my only form of company.
worms, ladybugs, caterpillars and butterflies, they sit with me,
and chat about the weather and the towns' lullabies,
they must on the goings on and the future still,
their conference solely for my ears and mine garden still.
it is a peaceful life, a quiet one too,
where none is so sacred as the morning dew.
i have my cottage and my garden, and no more do I need,
than this humble abode and my friends in the leaves.
birds sit on my windowsill, my only morning alarm,
in the afternoons the moths come out to dance,
and the night is spelled by the fireflies' glow.
ah yes, I need no more than this-- no, not one thing more.
well, maybe there is just one thing...
one indulgence to bring me into town...
a glass of strawberry lemonade at my favorite diner.
this indulgence brings me from my natural abode,
and into the bustling town square for a moment,
but it is worth a vacation from peace for the indulgence of this--
sweet treat.

[nio]

Username: rem sleep
Lambicorn name: melody
Gender: female
Poem:

lilting leaves in gardens green, this is where I'm often seen,
tending fruits and blooms alike, in the rain and in the shine.
I find my solace in the green amongst the plants and the trees,
there insects and flowers are my only form of company.
worms, ladybugs, caterpillars and butterflies, they sit with me,
and chat about the weather and the towns' lullabies,
they must on the goings on and the future still,
their conference solely for my ears and mine garden still.
it is a peaceful life, a quiet one too,
where none is so sacred as the morning dew.
i have my cottage and my garden, and no more do I need,
than this humble abode and my friends in the leaves.
birds sit on my windowsill, my only morning alarm,
in the afternoons the moths come out to dance,
and the night is spelled by the fireflies' glow.
ah yes, I need no more than this-- no, not one thing more.
well, maybe there is just one thing...
one indulgence to bring me into town...
a glass of strawberry lemonade at my favorite diner.
this indulgence brings me from my natural abode,
and into the bustling town square for a moment,
but it is worth a vacation from peace for the indulgence of this--
sweet treat.

the imagery in this is just gorgeous. congrats!