So many people, very few humans. WHAT IF WORDS WERE NUMBERS, will they still be limited to tell the story of how a mother feels when she's lost her child? or too limited to tell the tale of a babies smile.

Oh i wish you could stay all day, Floating and waving all the way, Last i heard a lightening struck and you went astray, As you poured and cried your heart away, Soft,tender, meek they say, When you rise

Just as the sun set, and the cool breeze of the evening rushes out to play with the leaves of the pine. Nature speaks in languages unknown to the ears of man, only calm hearts listen to the words she