Rain Sound

No harp or horn

Nor brass or string, 

Can ever out beat the

Sound of rain

Flowers For Kristine

She makes herself a cradle by the oceans gentle breeze. The dew and morning dove's song are her lights and symphony, and her audience is the sea. The memories hidden in a past life's tail, rest in these flowers for Kristine. 

Why Can't I Do it Right?

  I've tried wrapping my head around this, but I still can't seem to grasp it...why does everything have to be so hard...? I try taking a step forward and I'm pushed three steps back.  

  I just want to make you all happy...