When I look around I see trees that are affected by wind and rain.
When I look around I see, I smell, I breath, I talk. I do not know who I am, but yet my heart refuses to stop being beautiful. Follow the path the world has given me... or listen to my mind speak, my heart beat, my voice grow louder in the crowds of voices.
Let my peace be heard. Let my thoughts emerge and be born again.
Happiness overcomes me. In this world I have made my home, my love, my hope... my beautiful world.
*Photography & poetry by F.A.M. (my kid)