Disguised as a rock, the chameleon watches.
picking through a patch of perfect pumpkins…
When you think you’re alone and no one can see, make sure you look for the eyes in the trees.
Embrace and absorb the silouette and colors of the curvy, vivatios tulip.
A shooting moon to wish upon, for a star isn’t always fallen.
The cold red rose
It waits in the cold, no more fragrance.
The lone rose, left for someone special.
Beautiful flowers make me smile, make me happy for the while…
In the glow of the light on a chilly January night.
Above the ground, up in the sky, the storm awaits, the clouds cry.