A poem I cant fully describe about two simple things I like which I suppose is really a bigger picture of the way I see beauty in often discared thing, people, places and how it sometimes leaves me misunderstood but happy.

Make a wish…

Blowing in the wind.

Ever wonder what the sunrise truly is, here’s the answer.

An English (or Shakespearean) sonnet.

A poem about a flower, but on a deeper level about self-worth.

When did we make the change from child to adult and when did our own voice get lost along the way?

Hwang plucks a dandelion "clock" for Mina.

What we never appreciate in everyday life…Stop, busy commuters, for one day. Just appreciate what you have, instead of what you don’t. Because your originally rushed day could be a lot better by doing so.

Is waiting for you to wish upon.