From the mist of the clouds the Phoenix appears. Wings gracefully beating reminding of us freedom. Immortality is upon us with every beat. It sings and rejuvenates. The sky is it's path and it's home is earth. It's teachings are there for those who hope.
~In Memory of 9/11/2001~
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings, sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven....