Tulips catch sky water for the fairies today
Late blooming March Bells,
the only sun
Dandelions dance, taking even the breath of The Almighty
In their glistening glory
Weeping Cherry tree sways, as though she's a ballerina,
Covered in perfectly cut crystals
Oil on the street,
becomes a rainbow with fragments of light,
stolen from heaven
As I watch,
Heaven falls
Making love with every earthen thing
giving shine
Love
Nourishing
Spring Rains

No matter how often a road is traveled by,
It never tells the same story twice.
(c) LazharBouazzi

Who cooked the Good Book,

didn't the man upstairs know

about the man downstairs?

Being everywhere at once,

means having a hand in everything...

and when free come the will:

who, what, where, when, why

play dead?