a caterpillar inches along my windowsill. thunder murmurs in the distance, excited by the pattering of gray rain. he is…
The lion lies In hopes someday It will grow wise The lion dies But the lion will again Rise Sunset…
His mane blows in the August breeze lurking for prey he’ll never seize he won’t stop once to take a…
Deep in the desert on a desert dune Under the setting sun and a rising moon a snake slithers slyly…
Beneath the walls of seldom somber And rows of thickly knitted woods Through the clearing so very narrow One will…
Once a bird was soaring high In the brilliant blue sky Spotting love with it’s gleaming eye The bird turned…