It is best to get rid of problems properly because they will only resurface.

A poem about dreams.

A tranquil look at sleep and dreams.

Who cares?

Poem.

Through the greenest places on the earth, I walk not knowing where I will end up.

A poem from 19 years ago when I had a realization of how much someone meant to me.

Finding a place to soothe the soul and rest the mind, is a place of lasting serenity. I have found mine, and I hope you find yours.

Nature poetry. A description of a quiet evening on the beach.

Nature poetry. A description of a natural wonder. A summer waterfall.