Dusty is the wisdom,that sits upon my shelf.
The golden key to knowledge is the power that lies...

Autumn harvest and the shedding of the trees.
A step before winter, a chill in the air...

A summer morning when the dew drips water into the...
Leaving nothing but untouched feelings, of hope...

Grey, pale white, ash.
Colors that fill this winter sky...

A heart of which with love of mine.
Will hold love for your eternity...

A wise eagle spreads his wings.
To begin a flight of life...

The trees sway to the music of the wind.
Leafs capture every moment of sun...

There is an elegant sunshine.
That shines through my heart...

The darkest of roses, like the black night sky.
Begins to wither, and turns away shy...

For of love, of which cannot be in description.
Of the lonely, and on true depiction...

There was a Bald Eagle sitting,
In the highest of the tree...

How can I do this?
Overwhelming my mind...