Tossed upon the leaves of a foundation still falling lies upon it a wisp of air only felt as radiant beams of sun adjust itself piercing through your eyes to remind life that it is the existence of the spirit of the soul of imagination

Taking time to land the leaves intricately stacked upon the layers of happiness to be seen, touched and felt within the shadows of loss and grief only inspiring the mind to reach forward, go past, present and future into the oblivion of good
thoughts and special moments are given to and unto the earth that we stand, rise and awake to daily