“We don’t inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.”
– Chief Seattle
Our Children’s Land
Perseverance
Where there is a will, there is a way.
An Elusive Pursuit
Wet night, empty streets,
In eerie calm lost hearts roam,
Seeking, not finding.
In Simpler Times
A small village tucked away from urban strife,
Where fields stretch wide, a tranquil rural life,
Abundance blooms in every place,
A haven from the city’s frantic pace.
Beauty and Grace
In midmorning’s golden embrace,
Through sheer drapes, like love’s soft lace,
In a room where romance finds its space,
Beauty unfolds in sweet melodic grace.
Tropical Beach
Sweet Dreams
All of us were once children, but only a few actually remember what it was like to be a kid.
The good news is, it’s never too late to reawaken your inner child.