There on  mountains melting white…...touching frosted pines that STAND TALL in the snow



There as Thumbelina …  cuddled in a moss carpet….Gliding on silver ferns…...HOPING to reach home



Like a  pony ….with wind in her mane …..the KINDNESS in her eyes, eyes full of LOVE for green of pastures…



and I am still here now ....watching sunsets……with sun  spilling orange everywhere…Like KNOWLEDGE