Category: Prose
I wasn’t supposed to reach or discover or find a different way. First of all, I was SUPPOSED to be there in that regular old dingy place that had lots…
Nature Maestro Swinging my baton like a maestro I make my plants grow My baton looks like a shovel my podium like gravel I conduct an orchestra of plants and…
What would the world be like without art? How would your life be? The variety and shades and hues of colors would not exist! There would only be no real…