The Soul Selects Her Own

This Is My Letter To The World That Never Wrote To Me

A Murmur In The Trees - To Note - Not Loud Enough - For Wind - A Star - Not Far Enough To Seek - Nor Near Enough - To Find

Such Is The Force Of Happiness-- The Least Can Lift A Ton Assisted By Its Stimulus.

Dare You See A Soul At The White Heat?

Hope Is The Thing With Feathers That Perches In The Soul.