And Far From Home Is The Great Unknown Empty, Cold, All alone, Tired, Lost, Far from home, Fresh, Crisp, Free to roam, Seasoned, Discovering, The great unknown.

Winter When the suns beauty glows, and yet you are still cold, and the frost bitten wind nips at your nose, when the earths frozen floor tickles your toes, like the pure white snowflakes that cling to the roads, when the suns golden rays glitter in gold, and the presence of winter is beautifully bold, when gentle snowflakes fall from above, bringing a subtle message from winter of love

A child's hair blows in the breeze, while a bluebirds song sings in the trees, with golden hair and skin so fair, the child swings through the air, while the bluebird brings a note to bare, and the child swings without a care, near the bluebirds lofty treetop lair, the child swings as the bluebird sings, and the whistling wind like heavenly wings, carries the child through the breeze

Autumn The autumn leaves run like madmen, in every direction, up the hills and through the fields, like fearless warriors they push on, the trees stand tall and firm, like magnificent towers in their path, untouched by the wind, they mimic it's silence, and the rich green grass grows, taller and taller, like a shield to stop these madmen's flight, while the warm sun hangs low on the horizon, as if to follow the birds into the night

The rain whispers in my head, fall asleep go to bed, I close my eyes and try to rest, but in my dreams I must confess, the rain resembles crystal tears, and as the clouds wait to clear, from close to far all I hear, is nothing nothing sleep my dear