Around Me The Trees Stir

Poetry Is A Life-cherishing Force.

And That Is Just The Point... How The World, Moist And Beautiful, Calls To Each Of Us To Make A New And Serious Response. That's The Big Question, The One The World Throws At You Every Morning. "here You Are, Alive. Would You Like To Make A Comment?

It Is The Nature Of Stone To Be Satisfied. It Is The Nature Of Water To Want To Be Somewhere Else.

Also I Wanted To Be Able To Love And We All Know How That One Goes, Don't We? Slowly

Sing, If You Can Sing, And It Not Still Be Musical Inside Yourself.