Better watch your step, Stargazing again! Pay attention to the sign. Don’t focus so much on rhyme. You’ll wake up—but when? Stuck in your own head, You’ll soon fall behind. There’s a trap you…

With the proper Madness, I will gather all the stars In a wicker basket, for The Universe is ours. Let me live in Wonder of The things they cannot see: I have tried the…

Autumn’s chill caressed the Wood, And coaxed her into Sleep. Leaves then fluttered from the Boughs Into a towering heap. Man admires the Wild-flower, Gem-like on the ground; But what of the slumbering Tree…

Nature peeled back Summer’s quilt Of flower-beds and all things green. Soon the plants began to wilt; Windows took a frosty sheen. In place of grass, the lawn turned pale Beneath a sheet of…

There is a sacred hollow Where the fireflies in play, Can inspire a shattered heart With hope for a new day. Wind creeps between the branches Of the trees stronger than time. After rain,…

Find me in the dead of night, Curled up in my bed but Wading Through the murky dregs of Sleep, Gathered in a pool so deep. Consciousness is breached. The thing intangible that holds…

One bright afternoon, you see Some wild birds in play. If you remain silent, You can make out what they say. Sit here in the sunlight, One bird says to her friend. Because in…

I feel that we’ve found a place Where shadows are of light. It’s the first time I have not been frightened of the night. Crickets on their leaves are singing To the moon above.…

Crickets have a preference for The bush outside my door. They’ve gathered there to make a song I’ve never heard before. If the stars had voices, I would think they’d sound the same— All…

Better watch your step, Stargazing again! Pay attention to the sign. Don’t focus so much on rhyme. You’ll wake up—but when? Stuck in your own head, You’ll soon fall behind. There’s a trap you…

With the proper Madness, I will gather all the stars In a wicker basket, for The Universe is ours. Let me live in Wonder of The things they cannot see: I have tried the…

Autumn’s chill caressed the Wood, And coaxed her into Sleep. Leaves then fluttered from the Boughs Into a towering heap. Man admires the Wild-flower, Gem-like on the ground; But what of the slumbering Tree…

Nature peeled back Summer’s quilt Of flower-beds and all things green. Soon the plants began to wilt; Windows took a frosty sheen. In place of grass, the lawn turned pale Beneath a sheet of…

There is a sacred hollow Where the fireflies in play, Can inspire a shattered heart With hope for a new day. Wind creeps between the branches Of the trees stronger than time. After rain,…

Find me in the dead of night, Curled up in my bed but Wading Through the murky dregs of Sleep, Gathered in a pool so deep. Consciousness is breached. The thing intangible that holds…

One bright afternoon, you see Some wild birds in play. If you remain silent, You can make out what they say. Sit here in the sunlight, One bird says to her friend. Because in…

I feel that we’ve found a place Where shadows are of light. It’s the first time I have not been frightened of the night. Crickets on their leaves are singing To the moon above.…

Crickets have a preference for The bush outside my door. They’ve gathered there to make a song I’ve never heard before. If the stars had voices, I would think they’d sound the same— All…

Better watch your step, Stargazing again! Pay attention to the sign. Don’t focus so much on rhyme. You’ll wake up—but when? Stuck in your own head, You’ll soon fall behind. There’s a trap you…

With the proper Madness, I will gather all the stars In a wicker basket, for The Universe is ours. Let me live in Wonder of The things they cannot see: I have tried the…

Autumn’s chill caressed the Wood, And coaxed her into Sleep. Leaves then fluttered from the Boughs Into a towering heap. Man admires the Wild-flower, Gem-like on the ground; But what of the slumbering Tree…

Nature peeled back Summer’s quilt Of flower-beds and all things green. Soon the plants began to wilt; Windows took a frosty sheen. In place of grass, the lawn turned pale Beneath a sheet of…

There is a sacred hollow Where the fireflies in play, Can inspire a shattered heart With hope for a new day. Wind creeps between the branches Of the trees stronger than time. After rain,…

Find me in the dead of night, Curled up in my bed but Wading Through the murky dregs of Sleep, Gathered in a pool so deep. Consciousness is breached. The thing intangible that holds…

One bright afternoon, you see Some wild birds in play. If you remain silent, You can make out what they say. Sit here in the sunlight, One bird says to her friend. Because in…

I feel that we’ve found a place Where shadows are of light. It’s the first time I have not been frightened of the night. Crickets on their leaves are singing To the moon above.…

Crickets have a preference for The bush outside my door. They’ve gathered there to make a song I’ve never heard before. If the stars had voices, I would think they’d sound the same— All…

Better watch your step, Stargazing again! Pay attention to the sign. Don’t focus so much on rhyme. You’ll wake up—but when? Stuck in your own head, You’ll soon fall behind. There’s a trap you…

With the proper Madness, I will gather all the stars In a wicker basket, for The Universe is ours. Let me live in Wonder of The things they cannot see: I have tried the…

Autumn’s chill caressed the Wood, And coaxed her into Sleep. Leaves then fluttered from the Boughs Into a towering heap. Man admires the Wild-flower, Gem-like on the ground; But what of the slumbering Tree…

Nature peeled back Summer’s quilt Of flower-beds and all things green. Soon the plants began to wilt; Windows took a frosty sheen. In place of grass, the lawn turned pale Beneath a sheet of…

There is a sacred hollow Where the fireflies in play, Can inspire a shattered heart With hope for a new day. Wind creeps between the branches Of the trees stronger than time. After rain,…

Find me in the dead of night, Curled up in my bed but Wading Through the murky dregs of Sleep, Gathered in a pool so deep. Consciousness is breached. The thing intangible that holds…

One bright afternoon, you see Some wild birds in play. If you remain silent, You can make out what they say. Sit here in the sunlight, One bird says to her friend. Because in…

I feel that we’ve found a place Where shadows are of light. It’s the first time I have not been frightened of the night. Crickets on their leaves are singing To the moon above.…

Crickets have a preference for The bush outside my door. They’ve gathered there to make a song I’ve never heard before. If the stars had voices, I would think they’d sound the same— All…

Better watch your step, Stargazing again! Pay attention to the sign. Don’t focus so much on rhyme. You’ll wake up—but when? Stuck in your own head, You’ll soon fall behind. There’s a trap you…

With the proper Madness, I will gather all the stars In a wicker basket, for The Universe is ours. Let me live in Wonder of The things they cannot see: I have tried the…

Autumn’s chill caressed the Wood, And coaxed her into Sleep. Leaves then fluttered from the Boughs Into a towering heap. Man admires the Wild-flower, Gem-like on the ground; But what of the slumbering Tree…

Nature peeled back Summer’s quilt Of flower-beds and all things green. Soon the plants began to wilt; Windows took a frosty sheen. In place of grass, the lawn turned pale Beneath a sheet of…

There is a sacred hollow Where the fireflies in play, Can inspire a shattered heart With hope for a new day. Wind creeps between the branches Of the trees stronger than time. After rain,…

Find me in the dead of night, Curled up in my bed but Wading Through the murky dregs of Sleep, Gathered in a pool so deep. Consciousness is breached. The thing intangible that holds…

One bright afternoon, you see Some wild birds in play. If you remain silent, You can make out what they say. Sit here in the sunlight, One bird says to her friend. Because in…

I feel that we’ve found a place Where shadows are of light. It’s the first time I have not been frightened of the night. Crickets on their leaves are singing To the moon above.…

Crickets have a preference for The bush outside my door. They’ve gathered there to make a song I’ve never heard before. If the stars had voices, I would think they’d sound the same— All…

Better watch your step, Stargazing again! Pay attention to the sign. Don’t focus so much on rhyme. You’ll wake up—but when? Stuck in your own head, You’ll soon fall behind. There’s a trap you…

With the proper Madness, I will gather all the stars In a wicker basket, for The Universe is ours. Let me live in Wonder of The things they cannot see: I have tried the…

Autumn’s chill caressed the Wood, And coaxed her into Sleep. Leaves then fluttered from the Boughs Into a towering heap. Man admires the Wild-flower, Gem-like on the ground; But what of the slumbering Tree…

Nature peeled back Summer’s quilt Of flower-beds and all things green. Soon the plants began to wilt; Windows took a frosty sheen. In place of grass, the lawn turned pale Beneath a sheet of…

There is a sacred hollow Where the fireflies in play, Can inspire a shattered heart With hope for a new day. Wind creeps between the branches Of the trees stronger than time. After rain,…

Find me in the dead of night, Curled up in my bed but Wading Through the murky dregs of Sleep, Gathered in a pool so deep. Consciousness is breached. The thing intangible that holds…

One bright afternoon, you see Some wild birds in play. If you remain silent, You can make out what they say. Sit here in the sunlight, One bird says to her friend. Because in…

I feel that we’ve found a place Where shadows are of light. It’s the first time I have not been frightened of the night. Crickets on their leaves are singing To the moon above.…

Crickets have a preference for The bush outside my door. They’ve gathered there to make a song I’ve never heard before. If the stars had voices, I would think they’d sound the same— All…

Better watch your step, Stargazing again! Pay attention to the sign. Don’t focus so much on rhyme. You’ll wake up—but when? Stuck in your own head, You’ll soon fall behind. There’s a trap you…

With the proper Madness, I will gather all the stars In a wicker basket, for The Universe is ours. Let me live in Wonder of The things they cannot see: I have tried the…

Autumn’s chill caressed the Wood, And coaxed her into Sleep. Leaves then fluttered from the Boughs Into a towering heap. Man admires the Wild-flower, Gem-like on the ground; But what of the slumbering Tree…

Nature peeled back Summer’s quilt Of flower-beds and all things green. Soon the plants began to wilt; Windows took a frosty sheen. In place of grass, the lawn turned pale Beneath a sheet of…

There is a sacred hollow Where the fireflies in play, Can inspire a shattered heart With hope for a new day. Wind creeps between the branches Of the trees stronger than time. After rain,…

Find me in the dead of night, Curled up in my bed but Wading Through the murky dregs of Sleep, Gathered in a pool so deep. Consciousness is breached. The thing intangible that holds…

One bright afternoon, you see Some wild birds in play. If you remain silent, You can make out what they say. Sit here in the sunlight, One bird says to her friend. Because in…

I feel that we’ve found a place Where shadows are of light. It’s the first time I have not been frightened of the night. Crickets on their leaves are singing To the moon above.…

Crickets have a preference for The bush outside my door. They’ve gathered there to make a song I’ve never heard before. If the stars had voices, I would think they’d sound the same— All…

Better watch your step, Stargazing again! Pay attention to the sign. Don’t focus so much on rhyme. You’ll wake up—but when? Stuck in your own head, You’ll soon fall behind. There’s a trap you…

With the proper Madness, I will gather all the stars In a wicker basket, for The Universe is ours. Let me live in Wonder of The things they cannot see: I have tried the…

Autumn’s chill caressed the Wood, And coaxed her into Sleep. Leaves then fluttered from the Boughs Into a towering heap. Man admires the Wild-flower, Gem-like on the ground; But what of the slumbering Tree…

Nature peeled back Summer’s quilt Of flower-beds and all things green. Soon the plants began to wilt; Windows took a frosty sheen. In place of grass, the lawn turned pale Beneath a sheet of…

There is a sacred hollow Where the fireflies in play, Can inspire a shattered heart With hope for a new day. Wind creeps between the branches Of the trees stronger than time. After rain,…

Find me in the dead of night, Curled up in my bed but Wading Through the murky dregs of Sleep, Gathered in a pool so deep. Consciousness is breached. The thing intangible that holds…

One bright afternoon, you see Some wild birds in play. If you remain silent, You can make out what they say. Sit here in the sunlight, One bird says to her friend. Because in…

I feel that we’ve found a place Where shadows are of light. It’s the first time I have not been frightened of the night. Crickets on their leaves are singing To the moon above.…

Crickets have a preference for The bush outside my door. They’ve gathered there to make a song I’ve never heard before. If the stars had voices, I would think they’d sound the same— All…

Better watch your step, Stargazing again! Pay attention to the sign. Don’t focus so much on rhyme. You’ll wake up—but when? Stuck in your own head, You’ll soon fall behind. There’s a trap you…

With the proper Madness, I will gather all the stars In a wicker basket, for The Universe is ours. Let me live in Wonder of The things they cannot see: I have tried the…

Autumn’s chill caressed the Wood, And coaxed her into Sleep. Leaves then fluttered from the Boughs Into a towering heap. Man admires the Wild-flower, Gem-like on the ground; But what of the slumbering Tree…

Nature peeled back Summer’s quilt Of flower-beds and all things green. Soon the plants began to wilt; Windows took a frosty sheen. In place of grass, the lawn turned pale Beneath a sheet of…

There is a sacred hollow Where the fireflies in play, Can inspire a shattered heart With hope for a new day. Wind creeps between the branches Of the trees stronger than time. After rain,…

Find me in the dead of night, Curled up in my bed but Wading Through the murky dregs of Sleep, Gathered in a pool so deep. Consciousness is breached. The thing intangible that holds…

One bright afternoon, you see Some wild birds in play. If you remain silent, You can make out what they say. Sit here in the sunlight, One bird says to her friend. Because in…

I feel that we’ve found a place Where shadows are of light. It’s the first time I have not been frightened of the night. Crickets on their leaves are singing To the moon above.…

Crickets have a preference for The bush outside my door. They’ve gathered there to make a song I’ve never heard before. If the stars had voices, I would think they’d sound the same— All…