Puppet strings, they dance above                    …

Follow the beaten road Where flickering street lights line the way There you will find…

The world is dirt Yet I’ve seen the greatest of flowers Spring up from its…

a caterpillar inches along my windowsill. thunder murmurs in the distance, excited by the pattering…

The lion lies In hopes someday It will grow wise The lion dies But the…

His mane blows in the August breeze lurking for prey he’ll never seize he won’t…

Deep in the desert on a desert dune Under the setting sun and a rising…

Once a bird was soaring high In the brilliant blue sky Spotting love with it’s…

The snow started softly but swiftly it quickened a tip-toe to a sprint light soon…

A faint song sounds a little away a man walks by and starts to say,…