Red, orange, and gold Fall From the sky Carried by the breeze They dance On by Singing Their bold colors As they touch The sun’s light Then kissing the Earth As they whisper Good night
The forest sings A thousand songs Filled with wisdom Collected over centuries And I, A solitary human With my finite Heart Doing all I can To hear Their whispers.
In the quietest hours of the night Unbidden, she opens her eyes Half awake, half asleep, One foot still within the world of dreams She hears the echoes On these four walls, Here and now – Life calls. She untangles herself from The sheets, half dressed and with Barefoot feet. She steps out into the
Have you ever watched a snowflake dance do you imagine a singular predestined path carried upon by the whims of the breeze it’s gentle landing – divinely decreed Have you ever watched a snowflake dance wondered if its destiny is mere happenstance a terrestrial haven found through casual serendipity – unbound of the laws of