Against the majestic mountains and the mighty redwood tree what small, fragile things are we and how quickly our life passes by. Transient– but hopefully a passing filled with life's flowers Like the flight of a butterfly.
What if you slept ? And what if, In your sleep You dreamed? And what if, In your dream, You went to Heaven and there plucked a strange and Beautiful flower? And what if, when you awoke, You had the … Continue reading →