The Tempest
I wake up to a beautiful dawn The birds are chirping signaling morn The wispy clouds floating in the sky Give no clues of the night that went by Innocuously they had gathered Getting darker by the day The quiet…
Give Change a Chance
The first drops of rain May never assure a season of plenty Scant as they maybe They most always give new life a chance Who ever knew what a new day can bring Strange how hope transcends The inevitability of…