A poem about an old farmhouse.

Poem about the simple life of a chicken.

Beauty of life is its simplicity, its thrill is its uncertainty.

A new poem I just wrote this morning.

A poem about how different we are.

A love that cannot truly be.

A life worth living doesn’t happen by accident. It’s not a matter of circumstances but of choice. Choose to live a worth-living life.

They say that the simplest things in life are free! How very true this is! This is a story on another way of thinking! This is my way! These are my reflections!

Based on the full circle that life always follows.

The worth of a single simple life.