We will return.

My feelings on a gloomy day.

A natural perception of a plant needing fresh rain to survive.

My wish.

A poem to pass the bad times while I think about the good ones.

Just an idea that I’ve had in my mind, and now I’m presenting it. Hope the viewers like it.

Have no idea what I was thinking. Just sort of popped in my head. I still don’t quite understand what’s going on, which is kind of sad considering I wrote it…

A poem made up on the spot because of boredom.

I have heard the phrase “April showers bring May Flowers” but it must be talking about other warmer places in Canada because in April we still wear our winter jackets and the flowers do not bloom until late June.

This poem was given to me by the Holy Spirit.