We often wish upon a star, but can a star wish for something or someone?

As once was green, soon shall be withered. Decaying with the descent into the season of cold.

This life is just a jungle, while some are living and others are surviving.

April Poem a Day Challenge Day 23 a morning poem. About being grateful about what mornings and other times of the day brings us.

Summer haiku.

Read my eyes…

Life is so lovely……

A new morning while out in the woods.

I came across.

They call it a place of care …