How did I end up here? Last I knew I was hanging from a tree Am I drowning in this flowing byway? Or am I able to float above  the...

Root deep; Stay low; Bend when wind Decides to blow-- This is how you live To grow. Grass knows. A Poem A Day - Ruth Lee

Missing you Feeling blue Like a giant prism In the sand Reflecting light and color And sunlight Shimmering like Music Glowing like love.