The great people fall The creek beds go dry. The great buffalo are slaughtered. The trees no longer stand so many… All these things die,

The cross she wears on a chain Reminds her of all the pain He suffered for her When He hung on the tree And the cross reminds her of His…

But there was a window That standing silently Over the garden, peered out To the broken moon light And shade, and watched

Promenading mountainous hillsides Cascade beautiful pillow of Fall color. Glorious radiating for reflections… Simultaneously demonstrating dance…

He tells the tale of the world dow… Where the ball of fires remind you… They below are well off being dead They live the death of life as the… He was the hero in the eyes of man…

Secret places Have treasures of mysteries Inner thoughts hidden Conceal unfounded knowledge Broken hearts wounded

Her love for him is so strong, That with him can never go wrong. He died upon the cross for her, And for this her heart will always… He is the Lord Love,

Life is full of wonderment It is full of inspiring sights and… From the tender grace of a kiss To the seismic rumblings undergrou… Within this selfish orb they live

Who is this little girl, And where does she come from. Her physique, so frail. Her large dark eyes Full of sadness,

Gazing into the eyes of the Beholder, she feels wisdom and Courage. Once again he motivates Her to continue. His poise is her Foundation. If ever her soul beco…

The road is now full of nocturnal… Laughs roll on and on... Late summer rains cleanse And excite to alls delight. Cool crisp desert air descends sur…

Before the sun rises, Grandpa and he take a long walk. They walk over mountains, and vall… They walk and walk. Until they reach a pond filled wit…

Deep in the woods, The snowy, frozen woods, With its beckoning trees, Shrouded with a thick lace of snow… There goes a wind,

He is a writer doomed by society He wonders if there is a Love bec… He pretends to live He feels he is being swallowed in… He touches the coldness of society