About The Author

I write poems, words and rhymes,
When I have no other way
To explain what's on my mind,
To understand what I need to say.

I read the words that talk of beauty,
Places and wonders of all kinds.
I see in them what I want in me,
This, I search myself to find.

I revel in the outside world,
In every single broken blade
Of grass I pass, and every mountain,
Every flower in every glade.

Each thing out there, perfect or flawed,
Contains beauty that I strain to see.
I hike in the woods, bike on the paths
That are undisturbed, untouched, pure and free.