An invitation to the earth and air, to breathe abundantly in order to preserve it’s beauty.

To what extent are we willing to allow progress to… progress to?

What do you think will happen to these things in the future?

An invitation to the earth and air, to breathe abundantly in order to preserve it’s beauty.

Gray Fingers.

What the hell!!!

Poem.

His fame is indeed guaranteed.

His talent and intelligence unbound.

I can feel it.

Spinning off Disney’s theme; “When you Wish Upon A Star” – this poem is written as a, “Wish upon Hubble” as it searches the heavens sending us back never before seen pictures of the universe. Just the laws of probability alone tell us that their must be at least one more planet out there with our same atmosphere?