Blades sleeping forever more on the shelf
Not made of metal nor silver in color.
Green full of life sitting in the bug collection.

All that matter are the gifts from the heart...

THE TREES ARE US WE ARE THE TRESS...........MAYA

Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day..

" theres alwayz a rainbow at the end of each rain "

I love my feelings
grass upon my feet
the cruncy leaves in my hair
laying on the ground staring at the sky
will you lay with me?
and stare at the clouds beside me

Fly moon

Nature grows its own solutions

Your Silence cannot protect you*

Mairrage is just another word for the description of a chicken running around with its head chopped off.