Cicadas Singing in synchronization As if the Tree branches Were strings of a mammoth

Oh, but as they see just one Colorful leaf fall at a time Unbeknownst to them there Will be a two inch bed of Harvest colors come the morning su…

Morning air lingers on the tree... Leaves poised as sails, to catch t… Ground fog stirs, with cattle lowi… Porch dog stands, with nostrils bl… Summer days begin: humid... hot

Somewhere in his soul, there is a… Darkness; not necessarily evil but… And wants that may never again sur… Inhibitions are enveloped and hidd… Place, and there, she exists, her…

Moving through the water As graceful as can be What can it be? She moves closer to see. Soon she is near

It is a cool and breezy night—the… Caressing her ears. Her heart yea… He’s the most beautiful man she’s… He is strong and gentle, all at on… His lips, so tender, steal her bre…

Princess in his visions, Goddess of his dreams, His heart doesn’t weep such loneli… His soul cries out for thee, Thine eyes are filled with beauty,

The old year is gone, the new year… Now if they could only make pain d… Every time she sees someone smile… She can’t stop thinking why must c… Dreams of spring flowers and happy…

She was a lost rose She wonders where she’ll end up She hears voices within She sees bright days and rainy one… She wants to be somebody

Once perchance are secrets found a… Footsteps echo on sacred grounds s… Spirits dance on the water lost as… They sing of lifetimes in waiting… Ancient wisdom to return.

It was Quick! and It was Sudden! Their hearts were a breakin’ Their eyes were a floodin’ They’re Gone, but not forgotten! Soon there will be rejoicing

It was a lonely journey Although the number was sixteen th… Forced to seek a final home... A land to house this native throng… Four thousand lonely journeymen

Working in the fields, stopping To rest in the shade. Their son four, asked his Dad. “What’s the Best Drink of All?” “Son, I don’t know.

Loved that old dog, Missed him when he died. Deserved what he got, Shook him up till he cried. Barked at a mountain lion,

Each morning when she wakes up, She knows that there will be A rose on her kitchen counter, That you have picked for her. She knows many wives get roses,