"Moon rises. Obscured by clouds. wind whispering, leaves, falling on the ground. Clouds move, like smoke in the wind. Shifting, hiding, racing again. Memories wisk past, emotions fading fast. But rise again, stronger, higher, potent with power: to heal, to resolve, to mend. Love, springs forth again, from a seed, blown by the wind. And there it rests, deep in the soil. determined to grow, no matter the toil. Like the sun sets, and the moon rises, so love is steady, yet always surprises."

-J. T. M.