I am but a weed among the flowers
yet I lend green to the sea of color...

Queen of the night
a magical flower laced in...

Wise is the man
who gives from the heart...

Rain drops creating
ripples in a quiet pond...

Natures Army
The world is my home...

An aura, the color of honey
glimmers behind tempest clouds...

He towers above her tiny frame
tears blind her understanding...

From my window a tree
looms high above the roof...

He kisses his queen's
soft alabaster skin...

Tears corroding her strength,
washing away her durability...

Breathless anticipation
grows in slow progression...

Suffocation as if buried alive,
weight of loneliness baring down...