Sometimes.... it's hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel. But for Mark, it was the easiest thing to find. He held his hand out towards the rusty door handle and swung it open with full force. Glasses clanged and people cheered about. It was New Years 1975. He'd gone back in time.-JHR
I think that I shall never see a poem lovely as a tree. A tree whose hungry mouth is prest against the earth’s sweet flowing breast; A tree that looks at God all day, and lifts her leafy arms to pray; A tree that may in summer wear a nest of robins in her hair; Upon whose bosom snow has lain; Who intimately lives with rain. Poems are made by fools like me, but only God can make a tree. ~Joyce Kilmer
I like this, even though I'm almost 100% sure this is a work of Photoshop art. It's nicely done, and I'm now wondering if a little birdy has EVER mistaken a girl's hair ribbon for a likely piece of nesting material.