As the lowly earth spins around the flame
We crave the holy passion that makes us whole...

....Poetry is art
natural beauty is one...

Eyes like two blue lakes
On a stimulating face...

The sun that shines has no choice
It does not speak it has no voice...

A person who thinks
they know what their heart believes...

Your hair is like every fall.
when auburn leaves begin to turn...

It is clear water washes away earth slowly ,
Extinguishes fires quickly...

My mind wanders from mediocrities
to the range of reasoning of Socrates...

On stems of a rose
are many a horn...

It seems that nature is your lovely mother
Jack frost, you chill our bodies like no other...

The archer hunts prey
the fisherman fishes...

Those wrapped up in lust for sloth
feel free to criticize cloth...