The earth seems awaken
at this wonderful time of year...
This poem states that flowers die and night, and...
May 4th 2007
Here in the garden...
Thundering hoves
against the ground...
Loud thunder crashes
In furious baritones...
Its morning - I awake to your beautiful song.
You are my alarm clock; I smile as it's a good...
I'm walking in a lush garden.
On a winding stone path...
The sun is shining, the trees are all different...
The wind blows my hair, as I feel through the air...
The sky above cries out to it's Sun.
Seeking for it's mate of eternal light...
Silvery wings
Paper thin...
I lust to be a cloud.
So meek...
Far beyond not out of sight
A universe dark and bright...