Here is a song it is called Happier Marshmellow. hope you like it

 

I made this on chrome music lab I made it by myself with no help I really hope you enjoy it

I did the entire song with no lyrics 

Here is a song that I made it remindes me of autumn. hope you like it.

 this is a song that I made for a task it remindes me of autumn.

What is the diffrent's between rock music and classical music.

What is the diffrents between rock music and classical music.

Classical pieces are quite long whereas rock songs are just a couple of minutes in length. Rock music is usually loud, and its rhythm is usually fast while classical is soothing to the ears, and its pace is slow. When it comes to rock music, the image of night clubs and bands are usually associated.

Pobble-Another world

Another world

Jackson was walking down the snow, imagining what was going to happen?

It was complete silence. The only sound he could hear was him breathing, and the crunch of his steps.

There was a orb in front of him glowing bright blue he was holding the bag of his grandfather before he passed away he hadn't dared to open it but he decided to

He found a torch a pocket knife witch could come in helpful for later and a piece of paper 

It said…. Arrhhhhh a snow fox came out of the snow and attacked Jackson blood was dripping everywhere, he didn't have enough time to read the note he looked in the bag and found some bandages. He didn't know if it would save him but he kept on going to the orb he needed to deactivated, it before it explodes……. To be continued. 

The Ancient island

 My crusted lips hurt,when I touched the trees they felt as hard as bone. There were piles of kumra, coconuts, bannanas, and tons of others. 

The moonlight shined on my face like a bright torch, the wind blew pass me as I stood on the edge of the sand. It smelled like freshly cut grass oh, how much I love that smell.

The under sized hands picked up a handful, of sand and thew it at the waves makeing a satisfying sound, like tons of pebbeles thrown into a river. 

The tribe was slowly perishing. The tribe was soon to be very miniature. They were low on coconuts whitch were fury like a lions mane, bannas were as smooth like a perfecly sanded piece of wood  , yams were as sweet as a lollie, and more. The island was becomeing very minuscule.

The canoe was perfectly carved and sanded to wonderfullness, cutting though the waves like they were nothing makeing no splashes because how beautifully carved it was.

What I did at Sailing

 

What I did at camp