Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide

The oak had a song sung from its branches. A melody

Sunshadows, for I wish not to wake. But rather to sleep within the

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

In a glen there stood an oak. A towering oak,

That elusive mindset, where it all falls into place. But where do I lie? Am I lacking? Lying on the borderline?

Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?

Much have I wandered From one life to another. My sorrows I have pondered, injustices that threaten to smothe… A mind of barbs and brambles

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.