Trees are the earth's endless effort to speak to the listening heaven. ~Rabindranath Tagore

Entwined ...

I lay here, sun-dried... Hoping to catch a glimpse of you.. To hold you within until eternity.

Fill my heart with your blood.. Before the white dove fades to black..

I sway, knocking your senses.... with the breeze you shall drift.

Unearthed..

Boundaries cant hold me back... I was born to make a difference. Cuz in your world I might stand apart, but in mine I stand tall and on top!