We tread lands of promise and barren miscalculation ,
relishing the storied trees from whence we first appeared
Fostering hope 'neath the blue soul windows , tokens of
wind dancers that survey green meadows , payments rendered in song for sunny day memories and nervous nighttime sullen misery Purveyors of grandiose technicolor morns , rewriting beauties definition every second , challenging the impossible with bold determination , forever seeking answers from a storybook afternoon panorama* ....
Copyright June 14 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved