Paton Blough, 11-24-08
The Earth mourns as the sun hides its face
The weeds grow and the trees fade
the human heart cries for warmth
a warmth that can only come from nature itself
tree’s bask in it, flowers bloom to it, I am restored to it!
the purest form of nature is pure love
pure love, strong love, powerful love, and everlasting love!
a love as strong as the sun
lets go to BoraBora!