I need the rivers, lakes and ocean the same as I need air to breathe. It is my religion and faith.
What Beavers instinctively contribute as their part in natures giant circle of life is nothing short of construction genius, however, it can also be very destructive
The moon rises as the light fades into darkness, casting shadows and fears of our lurking hidden childhood monsters
Gliding wings feed on its generous bounty
Sustaining life to feet foraging the muddy banks
Memories of dreams and playful hearts lay dormant under a blanket of ivy.
The smokey Mountains are beautiful.
Boughs of waving arms
Welcome me home