Hark! A song is playing

Singing along the plains

Past the rushing rivers

Past the waving trees

All along the scarlet horizon

Till it finds the sea!

Ever while his family grew, Rayôn would take his wife and children exploring, out from their vale home and into the surrounding valleys and beyond.  To the South and the West, the land stretched ever on, beckoning to them to discover its secrets.  And so they went down the rivers; they walked in the forests; they climbed up the hills and they danced in the meadows.  Every place was unique; everywhere they went they found a new type of tree, a new kind of flower; more varieties of birds flew amid the trees, and beasts they had never met before walked up to them.  And still t

Harrington Mansion, Cumbria, England
April 14, 7:45 PM

"You look distracted, Leo." Mrs. Trent said sweetly. "What's on your mind?"
Leo turned to the prying embassador with a carefree smile.
"I'm waiting to meet a contact to instigate a plan that should stop the end of the world."

Well, at least that's what he would have said, had he no sense of self-control in strenuating circumstances, which, fortunately, he had.

Many human philosophers

Have tried to figure out

What human creatures were made for

What life is all about

The answer is a simple one

It comes somewhere in the Bible

If only they would start to read

We'd end up with a revival

But no, they are to smart for that

And it's a real shame

You'd think the God that made them

Would've given 'em more of a brain

Listen,Watch,Experience

Listen the air is filled with music.

Books of Poetic song.

The day is flowering with beauty                                             

A Perfect golden sun,

Like the paintings of great Arts Watch the sinking sun,

Wonderfully Ending the day,

Leaving us to wait for the next day

to come

 

Charles tightened his hold on his pistol grip; blood was making his fingers slip.
Sprawled on the rain-soaked floorboards of the now roofless building, water pelted down in apathetic torrents over his defeated figure.
The heat from the burning house around him made the numerous cuts and wounds on his body sting, the blaze illumkinating both him and the tall man standing across the room. "You thought you could go on, have a life?" the menacing voice echoed in Charles' ears.

muddy boots, thoughts of rain,

air, air,

chilly morning in haze

red barn door contrasting 

murmur of anxious nickers asking

you caress,

brown eyes and hooves

saddle and reins tighten,

awaiting, awaiting,

the racing of two

girth groans the saddle creaks 

you feel,

the wish with happiness 

the urge of the wind says

come, come, 

it beckons and lifts you up

invisible hands that reach beneath 

your arms and wrap around you