Inner city child
concrete for your play...

King Leo
On the vast Savannas...

Theres no longer the gentle touch
of your hand...

She walked quietly along the road
Covered with red clay and stones...

What can I get you sir ?
The waitress asked the man...

She walked cautiously and carefully
Into the forbidden land...

Dreamers
Eyes wide open, face the darkness...

Her majesty beckons
Fog lingers and softens her brilliance...

Thinking
He sat there...

The heat of the summer, gone without a word
The fall is here in crimson and gold...

Here before you, reaching toward the sky
Disrobed of velvet, pastel pink...

At the end of the night
Watching silently for the new days start...