Rain Dance Rain tiptoes on the sidewalk in the night. A fair girl seated in the window gazes out. Darkness hugs the silent, empty streets. Out the door strays she barefoot, in solitude. Moonlight glows, blanketing the path. She strides softly into the woods, not to be seen. A gentle breeze begins to hum a tune. Her dress rustles on her lean silhouette. A nearby creek pitter-patters rhythmically. She who is alone smiles and lets down her hair. Gentle thunder rumbles in the distance. Spinning carefully with utter grace. Aspens rustle and wolves are heard howling. Extending her arms, she twirls with her head back. Cracks of thunder split the evening air. Her soaking hair whips around with her. The wind howls ferociously. Leaping, waltzing, she laughs carelessly. Intense roaring from the storm. Passion in her performance elevates. Jagged bolts of lightning lace the sky. She pauses, sighs, and leans against a tree. The wind has calmed, the thunder but a grumble. Her smile has faded, and she pins up her hair. A single star peeks from between the clouds. She turns back in the direction from which she once came. Flowers whisper a soft, warm farewell. Away into the dark she strides. Rain tiptoes on the sidewalk in the night.

Significance of Words Words have a way of meaning nothing or everything, all depending on how they're arranged. They can maim or heal, give or steal, make or break. Words may mean love, but they may also mean hate. We might speak them or if we prefer, write them. Never the less, are not words the most beautiful things that are? It's a way to communicate all that we feel and know, like converting heartbeats into a form that may be comprehended by one another. They allow us to express great ideas, and add vibrancy to a bland world. Paint on a canvas, grass to a prairie, stars to the universe, breathe to existence. They must co-exist with spirt so that they both may exist. Without words there would be nothing. It is eerie to imagine a world in which silence grips the mind, body, and soul for there is no way to organize anything for there is nothing and no way. Experiences would be left to float nameless in the conscience. Music would cease to inhabit our lives with the company of song ceasing to thrive. Books would perish to the land of what isn't nor ever was, oh, and what good is #life without books anyways. Words are simplicity and complexity, in a simply complex sort of way. They are really just what there is and on the contrary what there isn't. They are entirely, completely, and fully what makes being alive such an adventure. Draw the words from yourself and allow them to record the flourishing #life around us. Record in such a way that they mean everything, for what use is a gift such as words if we use them to mean nothing. ~The own WORDS of Winnifred~

Mirror Images Mirror, mirror you show me a tiara wearing girl of three, she's innocent and colorful oh my, my how beautiful. Mirror, mirror this is heaven viewing this young lass of seven. Hopeful and smart she speaks lovely art with the whole world wrapped around her heart. Mirror, mirror what a child, this girl of eleven sure is wild. Witty and set on what she is to do, it will be amazing to see what she grows into. Mirror, mirror I'm confused at the lady of fifteen who seems no longer amused. With the darkness wrapped around her throat I really hate to see her struggle and choke. Mirror, mirror what did it take to break someone into meeting their fate? What killed the glow that burned so bright and extinguished her flame into the night? Mirror, mirror show me no more this can't truly be the world outside the door. Mirror, mirror it had slipped my mind that you are meant to reflect no #life but mine. Is this girl that I have seen but only a ghastly reflection of no girl but me..

Intuition The funny thing about snowflakes is no two are the same, The funny thing about people is no one will take the blame, The funny thing about #life is no one wins or loses, The funny thing about fighting is both sides end up with bruises, The funny thing about answers is they are right under our noses, The funny thing about friendships is that you must be chosen, The funny thing about actions is that they pave the future, The funny thing about happiness is everyone once knew her, The funny thing about suffering is that one can deceive, The funny thing about drowning is no one would have perceived.