poem

Touching My Unbroken Forest From tree to tree I open to the deep wild, As I lay gently on the damp grass of my forest. As my own clouds start to drop the slick drizzle of my rain, As my velvet, twin valley walls start to draw tightly together. As a tiny mountain range begins to grow and form...

Surfer golden shoreline My fingers dive into the sand as they stroke the shore of tingles as they began to surf dipping and diving up and down on a surging rising tide deep within they stroke finding the waves within as they begin to drag along the rushing waves as they surf higher and higher...