I dreamt of home, it’s where I want to be. I closed my eyes and lie on top of clouds  And found myself already there, at home. I went to paint the sky with silky shades, But clouds began to rai... Read More

Nature’s Prelude

The freshness of the breeze is slowly drawn Into the lungs of mountain tops of green — Each sprinkled with the slightest tinge of pale And notifying all the hint of snow. Tall trees bowed solemnly a... Read More