"Hey little flower! What are you doing.. over there, under the tree Where no one can see??" "Who me?" "yah..thee.." "Well, you see.. blooming is what I'm supposed to be"

Good morning! Well Spring has sprung here for sure! I love to see all the blossoms on the trees and hear the birds :-) Today is a great day for art and I will be working again on some new tunes ready to hatch! I have been thinking about the plight of the artist.  A life full of struggle and challenge, I guess like anyone, however, the artist FEELS it all so many times more that it makes for...

The sun yawned and began to open its eyes. The bed was full, full of covers and what? A breeze wafted through the window sill, Like ice cream candy; cold and delightful! A nose was seen over the hill of warm covers Suddenly!  A large cup of coffee was moved! Moved onto the pile of covers ! Steam from the warm cup of coffee mixed with swirling cream landed itself Onto the top of the pile! The...

So beautiful the earth too  sing When greens and apples flowers swing To winds that becon me to bring My hearts full blossom Angels sing Sad sorrows all around  do ring A bell For still the sun does shine.    

She sat with her feet dangling down the bed "Hurry Mother! Hurry!" She just nod her head. Trying hard to sit. Mother laid the comb upon her head. "Hurry Mother! Hurry!" She just nod her head. So Mother's gentle hands And the comb she gently lead Pray tell DID create a beauty Never seen on top that head. For only then a Mother's hands A Mother's touch.