From the foliage A fire dancer emerges From green speckled leaves Unfurling its bold beauty Attesting summer is near
Products of society Living with anxiety In a world full of vanity Always striving for superiority Stepping on and over others Despite our insecurities Has become a cruel practicality
Running late A gridlock pace Ditch the interstate Beyond the pavement Worth the delay Long to stay
Wishing all of the dedicated mothers and the nurturing women (and men) who help take care of the children and know it takes a village, a peaceful and relaxing day!
Our Lord Commander It’s incomprehensible Outright blasphemy I vow to serve the Night’s Watch I will guard and hold the wall