In the density of summers’ forests where forest nymphs frolicked and… behind the copious leaves that covered up their nakedness, nocturnal Autumn arrived on schedu…

Mother Nature, van Gogh, and Hen… Painters who gave their all to a m… They shed their tears for their pr… Bound themselves to the work they… Mother Nature with her vibrant re…

“It’s off to the gallows, I go, I… Hip, hip hooray, what a wonderful… What a beautiful looking crossbar… The same color as my polka-dot shi… Don’t want to go out with the wron…

Mother Nature, a fine lady of beauty, majesty, generosity, heroism, charity, kindness, patien… living within a view of the outskirts of heaven,

She laughed with her friends, but only a half hearted laugh. The other half was in control of her emotions for fear of exposing her inner self, that joyful or sad self that suffers fro...

Bouncing, rolling, crashing on the… Lamborghini cars bouncing off clif… sports superstars throwing, blowin… looking at the fires at the bottom… with money to burn and things to d…

The villagers were frightened of the old man that lived in the woods in a cave. No one ever ventured there. They all imagined him to be a murderer, a thief, and all the worst that he ...

When we judge, we must rid our hearts of all for-taken opinions: else, whatever said or done will be judged by the wrong rule. A previous wrong done to the one who passes judgment will ...

To the northern skies, an anxious… From the blistered earth, the crus… Scorched by the rays of the sun, A plea of mercy from the withered… To the keeper of the pilfered chil…

Universal man of varied faces, product of a meticulous design from the blueprint of creation, a plan to adapt to the extreme con… that fuel the violence of nature,

Chauffeur driven brooms on high As rich witches climb to the sky, Brooms of silver and brooms of gol… A skyward racing 'fore the moon of… A fun ride for a poor witch to hit…

You are so beautiful, dressed up in your seductive finery. Your glowing body is like Helios, the Greek God of the sun, as you draw everyone to you. You are like the first glance of th...

Mother of life, I live from you, Your eternal throbbing, your tears… Your milk, your blood, your garden… Your central strongholds, your ars… The hub in the middle of life,

The Bounty I live among the Tender green fields Of corn and watch them Waltzing with the

What war? Isn’t war a way of gaining something that you don’t have by means of force? Shouldn’t it be fought by soldiers with the intent to kill other soldiers? Shouldn’t it be isol...