The hand of hope goes the distance Gently uplifts the wildflower Firmly nudged to sway in the spiri… Wildflower unfolds gracefully Mother Earth taking hold

Listen... To the sounds of the children’s la… Echoing in the distance. Little boy on the bench, why are y… With tears in your eyes?

They were trailing the wildcats se… To him it was hopeless they had al… They took a timeout to make a game… Coach called his number he was the… His orange number twelve for the…

They play a game, but they don’t a… They loved once but will they love… They always say that was the last… But do they have the right to draw… They want to love but they can’t,…

Veracious blood has finally come,… Can’t the world love each other as… Anger, rage has to overcome. She listens to the man’s humble wo… How he raped many sistas and gave…

Oak, elm or cotton wood, hemlock,… Or pine. Everyone has a favorite.… The Family Tree is his. You plant all the others; nourish Them as they grow. What they’ll b…

Oh, how the deep-blue sparkles, Sunlight glistening atop each wave… And eagerly does she store it all… As a vivid memory she yearns to sa… To keep it for times this winter

Who planned October’s silent song Whose rhythm is the pulsing heart, Whose melody is echo heard From lost chorale the haunting the… Of every solitary art?

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,

Lemon tasting baby dreams Like so many days spent in Readin… Muggy restlessness of summer Watching Kung Fu Or eating

Firefly, firefly, shining so Bright, Firefly, firefly, in heavenly flig… Firefly, firefly, at your own Pace.

One day while out in his wheelchai… He heard a person say something th… The comment that was said was, oh… He has a bad life because he can’t… Now that’s not entirely true, he’s…

It seems that all the world is sei… And all of them fell into despair,… And feeling they unable to withsta… Life isn’t safe and future isn’t b… Do you remember times they could k…

What did they pay for this rainbow… Here on their high plateau? Aching lungs and the northwind’s s… And drift upon drift of snow. What was the price of this jade gr…