A perfect prism in singular fashion,
cold to touch but full of passion...
Do not want to rain on anyone's parades
Water is much heavier than atmosphere...
Snow fall covers land
like the flowing river, still...
Drizzling liquid
soaking, filling, nourishing...
The sculptor breathes once
Releasing formed perfection...
Gold butterfly wings
great pleasure to human brings...
Yesterday the first nasturtium blossom of the...
burst forth. A glorious, mind-bending...
After winter dies, born is spring
Renewing the life of everything...
Supposed to bed under Sad poems, but ya nature...
Rainbows glisten
chanting their happiness...
The wind dances through trees
who's naked arms reach towards the sky...
The rain hits the ground hard,
to show the clouds anger...