The eyes of children Looking glass into our soul Clean of age’s stain
The eyes of children Looking glass into our soul Clean of age’s stain
First robin brings luck. Shadows lengthen in the dirt, Tree branches spread wide.
Spring wind swirling blooms, Last chill borne upon the breeze. Dogs walk on the road.
Rain falls in the East, Flowers blooming pink and white. Nutkin grabs and runs.
Death is part of the cycle of nature. Without death, there is no chance of rebirth and life becomes locked in stasis, unable to change and move on. We as humans often overlook this fact and sink further into a…
Windblown, flags flapping- Leaves circle from root to crown. Good humor rings loud.
Hidden cloudy sun, Forest trees create shadows. Mochi sweet on tongue.
A teacher stood before his students at the end of the year. As class began, the teacher filler a glass jar with large rocks from the ground around him. Before long the jar was filled to the top. The teacher…